What do you do on a Tuesday evening? You grab the sweetest and crunchiest of a delicious caramel popcorn, climb onto the rooftop and slip under the blanket, spending the rest of your night watching a romantic film and snuggling with Ryan Gosling.
I live close to Holland Park and actually have many slow lunches and early dinners there whenever the weather permits. Sometimes, it would just be takeaway and a cheap bottle from nearby shops; occasionally, like yesterday, there would be something more elaborate-ish. Sit down and have a fig.
One sunny Saturday, in the Borough of Brent, I marvelled at the sight of Neasden Temple – the largest Hindu temple outside India and so co-incidentally, situated here in our darling London.
We didn’t need a table, it was just a-minute walk away, we joined the throng of off-jacket men and rosy women; tailored trousers touched the grass, bare recently-shaven legs subtly crossed. This manicured corner of the Temple Inn is an award-wining patch of land. Flowers and hedges and fruit trees, life grows luxuriantly, lush and rich and full. This photo doesn’t do it justice.
Cambridge couldn’t be a better idea for a weekend getaway. I managed to check out a few courts of colleges, visit the local market, stroll by the River Cam, “observe” punting, finish a pint(or two) and eat to my heart’s content.
What’s on in Saatchi Gallery – Pangaea II: New Art from Africa and Latin Africa, a psychedelic and extremely evocative assemblage of art. On one end there were drawings pierced with emotions, done so politically wrong to be politically right, on the other end there were psychotropic geometric compositions that stirred up images of playground and childhood memories.
Comfort wear, shiny nails, big shopper bag and fun reads – today’s the day we set off from London to Paris! I am one of those peeps who are more enlivened during the journey than when arriving at the destination. You should see me in the ride on our way to St. Pancras, I grinned bigger than Lewis’ cheshire cat.