In something of a flashback to the 1930s, the anarchist bookshop tucked away off Whitechapel High Street was firebombed a little while ago. Viewed from the (quite decent) cafe in the Whitechapel Gallery earlier this week, it doesn’t look like it’s reopened yet.

(PS, if you’re in the vicinity, the Karl Blossfeldt exhibition at the Whitechapel Gallery is excellent: the intersection of nature photography, surrealism, and architecture. Or, some nice close-ups of plants).