London on a Saturday

As I stood with my back against the timeless bricked building I felt as if I was in a dream I dreamt time and time again. To my right were the pinstriped tarps that covered the booths that overflowed with cheeses, olives, pastries, meats, clothes, bags – assortments of delicacies and delights. As people shopped around in their scarves and hats a couple of men played music. One on the fiddle, one on the guitar and harmonica – they played folk Irish music that would warm your heart on this brisk fall morning just as much as your espresso

There is warmth in the air, even in the midst of the fall here in London town, a warmth being spread from the people who love these lives that they live. It’s contagious.

I left the Broadway market, with a new wool/leather wallet, a macchiato and a feta filled pastry. And spent that afternoon at a local hipster-occupied coffee shop to try and get some things done.

After the perfect fall morning and a relaxed arvo we spent the evening with friends. Eating Japanese we were 3 Americans (although none of us have been back state side for a year or more), 1 English man, 1 from Venezuela and a German. From there we jaunted through town and buses to make our way to an old English pub for a birthday party.

Another day falling in love with this country and its culture, another day spent in good company,