Monday, July 6, 2015
Hampstead Heath and Disco
Dave and I were in post-party recovery mode yesterday. We had a day of relaxation, starting with a brunch at a local French bistro where, out of the blue, they comped us glasses of champagne. Good Lord. Apparently it's a champagne kind of weekend! Turns out it was the fourth anniversary of the bistro's opening. I guess we have a talent for being in the right place at the right time.
After we came home I did laundry and then took Olga to Hampstead Heath. Those spiky purple wildflowers are blooming in profusion again, just as they were at about this time last year. If I ever knew what they're called, I've forgotten.
Olga once again seized the opportunity for a mud bath.
And then we found this guy, sitting out on a bench playing his guitar and singing. He had a great view, high on a slope with the skyline of London visible beyond the trees. I took several photos of him and we had a chat, but it was difficult to get the picture I wanted -- of him and the city -- because of the angle of the bench. Olga seemed to dig his music, though.
Speaking of music, I've started reading the most fascinating book about the history of disco, "Turn The Beat Around" by Peter Shapiro. I'm reading it with iTunes by my side, so when the book mentions an obscure pre-disco dance or funk track from the '60s or early '70s, I can look it up and listen to a clip. "Black Skin Blue-Eyed Boys" by The Equals, for example -- it was completely unknown to me, but there it is on iTunes. The wonders of the Internet!