I know dear readers that I owe you a recap on the Chateau de Gourdon sale, but the sale with its ups and downs has left me a bit cold for the moment. Not to worry kids... I don't think it is terminal. After a long week of advising and with winter still refusing to release its icy grip on the city my mind drifts to a pleasant discovery on my recent trip to London... Roupell Street. I was there two weeks ago and was blessed with almost spring-like weather. An old friend insisted we walk along the Thames on our way to the Tate Modern. It was on this stroll from Waterloo Station that I happened upon the charming houses of Roupell Street with their irreverently colorful doors.
The street and the surrounding blocks were developed in the 1820s by gold refiner John Palmer Roupell as affordable housing for artisan workers. The block is charming in an almost Dickensian sense but a feeling of baroque surprise came with the passage of every smartly appointed door.
Do go the next time you are in London it is guaranteed to put a spring in your step before you confront the towering monolith that is the Tate.