First up the cafe had a terrific selection of loose teas, they give you hot water, a tea pouch and a spoon the rest is up to you.
They also had the "Invisible Cities' exhibition which I had missed in England, and very glad to see here, based on the Italo Calvino book of the same name, the highlight for me where the Sopheap Pich, Carlos Garaicoa and Lee Bul, with Sopheap Pich being the pick of the bunch.
But what I wasn't ready for was three massive floors of Sol Lewitt whose work stood head and shoulders above all others, a retrospective of his work to stay here for 25 years and I really suggest that anyone anywhere should at some point in the next 25 years make a sojourn to see this fantastic work, seeing any photograph does not do it justice, the pencil and crayon drawings on the walls have an ephemera that can only be understood live, impossible to reproduce.
We drove back stopping at Northampton for a Moroccan meal, which was nice.
Back to I-Park in time for another Mad Men and for me to get another bloody Migraine!!!!!!!!