Now that's hawkward

The Gritti Palace is too posh for pigeons - so they pay this fella to send them all back to St Mark's square. 

A lot of dough

Though our wallet is now empty - The Gritti Palace will always have a pizza my heart. 

Comb over

I am 100% not sure about the decision a lot of women are taking to permanently remove all of their Rubik's cubes with lasers. OK - go to Brazil if you must, but don't take up permanent residence there, is all I'm saying. Because yes it might be the fashion now but what happens when a full Kate is suddenly back on the runway again? Anyway arriving in Venice - I realised that once the ridiculous beard fad sweeping the planet is over - they could perhaps eventually be put to better use with women desperate to be back in fashion again. 

St Nigel

Absolutely 100% no photos in St Paul's.

That's so Tate

It only just occurred to me on our last visit - that Tate Britain is a 'great' name for the original Tate - ie Great Britain - D'uhhhh - I'd seriously never got this before. I mentioned it to Nigel expecting him to say - "Oooh crickey you're quick (not)" - but instead a little flicker of "oh yeah" appeared on his face. After a bit of bickering we agreed it was quite a good name but another option could have been Mashed Potate'o - which could then perhaps be followed by - Apple T'art. 

The girkin

Being the meat in a Tate Britain 'Rueben sandwich'.
All I need now is the pickle - which actually I already got from Nigel, who got us into one, getting there. 

Hue'bris

At Fortnum's they've even committed their colour palette to the wire baskets.