The Morris Cafe V&A

I have never been in such an opulent room! And somehow I had not seen this cafe at the V&A before. (I’d probably tiptoed past because it looked too private). This was at the lunch time when we did our urban sketching in London.

Then after a long time and some lunch I noticed the lettering around the top of the walls. It was a long frieze – small gaps between words, went round the corners, broke words in odd places and ended incongruously in xyz. A kind of homily? Something about the virtue of labour?

There is nothing better for
a man than

that he sho(uld eat and dri)nk and th(at

he sh)ould make his 

soul enjoy good

in his labour XYZ

and this is from Ecclesiastes 2:24.

All so very OTT but each bit on its own is fantastic.