this is a quaint old shop that proudly bears the emblem of its centurion
status. its windows are a broad lattice of white wood and through the glass
appears an array of jars – pots of conserves, jams and chutney stand in
colorful succession. paul rothe and son serve sandwiches that aren't frilly, just wholesome
assemblages of generously buttered bread with condiments and meats, vegetables
or cheeses. i had slices of smoked salmon with a squeeze of lemon juice and
pepper on a light rye whilst o settled on chicken mixes (basically the sandwich
mix of the day) on thickly buttered granary. thus equipped and warmed after
coffee and tea we headed to the national portrait gallery to see the taylor
wessing photography exhibit.
