I'm in London with my son, 13. It's sunny and 30 degrees in the shade, and he (in the 'I-do not know' phase) does not know what he wants, so I, 42, suggest sci-fi exhibition at the art center The Barbican. He hesitates. But there are costumes there from Star Trek and Star Wars and Interstellar, I say, and you can play Darth Vader's theme song on saxophone, and… "Okay," says 13, and we go from Shoreditch through Paul Street to Wilson Street. . He has orange shoes and red sunglasses, it looks like he is part of the exhibition in the monumental brutalist complex Barbican Center – currently occupied by something reminiscent of a magnificent catalog with tastings from. . .
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