Breakfast on holiday was spent gathered round the table with a cafetiere of coffee and a platter of pastries from the boulangerie. Little Ivy munched her croissant amidst declarations of ‘moooore’ and a few ‘baaaaaaa’ (bus) and by the end of the week she was a dab hand at dipping her croissant in the jammy ‘dip dip’. Too cute.
We spent this morning wandering the pretty streets of leafy Céret, my sister and I falling in love with the Juliet balconies. Soaking up the atmosphere, we sipped café cremes on a shaded terrace and watched the locals go about their business.
Beautiful France is so full of charm with its patriotic bunting, pastel painted shutters, brightly coloured terraces and terracotta roof tops.
When in France…find a local café with WiFi, connect en masse and breathe a sigh of relief.
I’ve been on the road quite a bit lately; darting around here and there, meeting friends and making the most of the English summer. When I’m on the go I love to zone out and get lost in my own little world of music. Here’s what I can’t get enough of at the moment…
I’ve spent the last three weekends shooting up to London and every trip has brought with it new places, new sights and new adventures. This weekend I met a friend for a shopping spree in High Street Kensington. We started the day with breakfast at Le Pain before heading out into the sunshine for a splurge. A couple of hours later and in need of some respite, we grabbed a salad from Wholefoods and enjoyed the sun in Kensington Gardens.
I then spent the afternoon soaking up the rays with a couple of G&Ts at the bustling Camden Lock. What a great place to be in the sunshine, buzzing with people, pubs and every type of food stall you can think of. Eventually I dragged myself away and headed back to Balham for an evening of cocktails and tapas at Harrison’s.
Sunday morning we drove over to Pimlico for brunch at the ever lovely Daylesford Organic Cafe and then whiled away an hour perusing the many floors of Peter Jones. I left London laden with bags, a dented bank account and a smile on my face. Thanks for having me!
May has the potential to be my favourite month of the year. Sure it has a little bit of a competitive advantage what with its two bank holidays, but it’s a month which isn’t content to sit on the sidelines. It’s a month where change happens. Spring begins to merge into summer and in turn our lifestyle shifts ever so slightly to embrace the change in season; new clothes, new routines, new plans. This year May certainly pulled it out the bag when it mattered, treating us to two gloriously sunny bank holiday weekends. I think it’s been the trickiest month yet to whittle down my top three moments…
Roll up June which brings with it a 26th birthday (eek) and two full weeks dans le sud de la France. Let the good times roll for us all.
Walking around Notting Hill in the sunshine with its candy coloured terraces and bustling Portobello market made for a pretty great start to my Saturday. It was the first time I’ve properly explored Notting Hill and I owe thanks to my ‘tour guide’ for sharing some of her favourite parts and places of the area with me. I’m more than a little won over!
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