It is now 7.30. I spot a slight corridor of a shop, more a kiosk than anything. It is a sliver of white marble on 6th called Zibetto. It is open and an elegant man of middle-age stands behind a gleaming Gaggia espresso machine of traditionally huge proportions. He is dapper in a blue shirt and smart, narrow, dark blue tie. He seems more than a barista.
Tate Britain's survey is pretty much a greatest hits compilation. Arranged into thematic rooms, with little sense of narrative direction, the show won't do much to change anybody's preconceptions of the movement. Those who already love the stylistic mannerisms will delight in the accumulation of works here, but there is nothing presented to challenge the preconceptions of the audience.
With Christmas just around the corner, and internet shopping making gift seeking easier but more impersonal (and with the added pressure of relying on estimated delivery times) I'd like to think there's a lot to be gained from combining your shopping with a little culture - and who knows, you might even find the time to check out an exhibition or two to celebrate your new purchases.