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
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
Some walls are just too beautiful to photograph bare. Sometimes, you need subjects that can make a statement, subjects that can bring a wall to life.
After a dinner out with friends last Friday, we decided to walk home from West London all the way to London Bridge. It’s an hour long
