Give me a plane ticket and a chance to move anywhere in the world and I would live here. Notting Hill. Not too far from our old home, T & I were always here. There is a cute cinema that used to be called the “Coronet”, which I think has been renamed, that was an old theatre with gold awnings and all where we would watch movies. Or the Royal Albert Pub which served great sunday roasts. or the bus ride along Holland Park Avenue with the trees lining the street that were super pretty in autumn/winter. I love it a wee bit, probably because of the memories more than anything else.
A dear friend was stopping in London for a few days after a work trip in Europe so I jumped on the Eurostar and we met for dinner with another dear friend. To have all three of us in the one place was pretty spesh. Seeing as I don’t have an oven in my Paris apartment, my dinner choice was based on anything cooked in one so pork belly it was. I also ate a roast the day before, a steak & ale pie the day after, then finished my last night with scallops and a rib eye at Sophie’s in Covent Garden. It was everything that was missing from my life in Paris.
I squeezed in a showing of Charlie & The Chocolate Factory musical at Drury Lane which was incredible, and got hit on while dining alone just after. All in all it was a fantastic few days back in London and just the place I needed to be to feel confident enough to head back to Paris and tackle my supermarket “friends”for the following few months.