I’ve always liked the Barbican; with each visit it feels strangely like you’re simultaneously travelling forwards and backwards in time. I sat in this spot for a good portion of time while I waited for my companion to arrive. We were going to watch a dance show and he was characteristically late. It was warm but not hot and I drank some tea.
Here was a brew that fitted its environs perfectly: dark and stark in appearance, but with a subtle, soft and comforting core.