One day, some friends and I were on Turntable.FM and were chatting. I was at En Comite, a French Coffee Shop in Barcelona that I frequent when I need queso or good wifi. My good friend Michelle Broderick was in the chat room and I was telling her about my upcoming London trip. Michelle told me to go to Tate Modern, to the second floor at the cafe, which had good wifi and a spectacular view.There it was, as Michelle said:
