London like Sunday

Had lunch with a friend at Le Pain Quotidien, caught a bit of the World Press Photo exhibition (as usual worth it for a choice few photos) and a free jazz big band at the Royal Festival Hall, popped into Dorothy Perkins to check out if they had some of the things I need (dresses for tango, black belt, brown boots, etc), went to a tango lesson at Danceworks where I tried to master the volcadas, not quite successfully, and then to a swing-lindy-hop lesson and dancing.

I'm a bit surprised that this all managed to fit into a Sunday actually, but isn't it a great little slice of London life?