The toastery cycling club
through the gold circle
You sit at a café table with a teapot in front of you and look through an enormous gold-rimmed opening into a room full of bicycles. Ochre curtains from floor to ceiling, a mustard banquette along the back, lockers by the door.

Inside
three rooms
Room one, room two and room three, labelled in letterspaced caps on small plaques set into the curtain wall.


A note on cycling
1839 – 1939
On one of the tables sits a John Player & Sons cigarette-card album from 1939, a hundred years of cycling in fifty small pictures, pencil-marked twenty pounds. It is not decoration in the usual sense. It is the same instinct that hung the boulangerie painting and chose the marble. A room assembled by someone who collects things.
riding with us
The studio sits behind the dining room, through the gold circle. Ask at the counter on your way past.