Lovers in London
I fell in love with my now husband on the doorstep of my flat one Sunday afternoon in Notting Hill. My flat in Notting Hill We
March 4, 2015
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I fell in love with my now husband on the doorstep of my flat one Sunday afternoon in Notting Hill. My flat in Notting Hill We
One afternoon exactly one year ago in London, I met a man who changed my life. He was on the Millennium Bridge clad in construction clothes
I’m currently on sabbatical and indulging in a personal Renaissance. I feel like a kid in a candy store with the luxury of time to read,
At LHR. Walked past a man whose cologne reminded me of early days with G. Cold morning walks from Fabian Road to Fulham Station. A peck
“Sir, if you wish to have a just notion of the magnitude of this city, you must not be satisfied with seeing its great streets and
“There’s nothing like wandering around a city you’ve already left to define an internal change. It feels different. You feel different: defiant, bold, victorious.” – Londoners
Because no matter how impractical, I am always compelled to take the longest possible route from point A to B. In a city so hectic it
