..and was a completely different experience.
The covered 'Brixton Village' is open until 11:30pm, and all of the restaurants are spilling out into the market space. On Saturday night there was a gallery opening, and DJ playing along one of the 'avenues'.
|My Partners in Crime.|
Off we went to EL PANZON....
|Poor photo, but this little series had us giggling. I know. Grow up.|
|While the food was good, though not entirely authentic, the MARGARITAS were AWESOME!|
|H's flowers were our 'secret weapon' of choice. Although they were abandoned (in water of course) in the last pub we were in, we enjoyed them while they lasted.|
|The DJ that really got the party going.|
I think he had us sold when he played THIS.
Can you see why I was attracted to the Art? The young artist's name was Lucie Conoley. Click her name to check out more of her work. It goes without saying that I loved her work.
'K' even bought a print....and if I had any money, I would have also.
Having lived in Brixton herself, this is the print that 'K' bought:
We left Brixton Village and headed to The Prince (where we left the thirsty flowers in a beer glass), before joining K's sister at Hootananny. A Reggae Club/Concert Venue.
Sometimes the unexpected evenings are the best, don't you think?