Yesterday I biked in to see Ann’s new lab and after that we went to Scandinavian Kitchen for lunch. We both had a couple of smÃ¸rrebrÃ¸d – a “topless” sandwich on rye bread with layers of goodness.
“I must say: very British, indeed!” as my aunt commented. Yesterday was the date for the annual Tweed Run and we went out to enjoy the nice weather and see the spectacle.
We had some problem figuring out the route they were taking but finally found them riding through Kensington Gardens in front of Royal Albert Hall.
It seems like the tweed thing is a whole tongue-in-cheek movement of endorsing gentleman-ship, gin drinking and pipe smoking manifested in the magazine The Chap.
“The Chap takes a wry look at the modern world through the steamed-up monocle of a more refined age, occasionally getting its sock suspenders into a twist at the unspeakable vulgarity of the twenty-first century.”
The people in tweed looked like they were truly enjoying their ride but so were all the people looking and there was quite a number of people out taking pictures of the spectacle.