Sunday, 20 September 2009

Start of The London Design Festival




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Trafalgar Square. A giant chess board by Jaime Hayón, made from Bisazza mosaic.  The first game in the tournament started at 11.30am Saturday morning and will continue for 5 days as part of the seventh London Design Festival.
Posted by westendmum at 09:04
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Anonymous said...

That's fantastic!

20 September 2009 at 16:12

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