The bloke at Border Control doesn’t like me much. The American passport is an instant failure. The immigration/visa stamps from Italy, France, Germany, Israel, South Korea…oh the frown deepens. “Please step this way Sir…” (…40 mins later…) There’s a “Welcome to London” sign just outside the Border Control exit at Gatwick Airport. The welcome team arrives in the form of 9 degrees weather and bashing rain. Despite my extreme tardiness, the Australian is waiting for me at the East Putney tube station and things pick up from there. Oh did I mention, the District Line is the sloth of all trains?
But the rest is four days of not having to pull out my iPod, simply enjoying the lingual music of the streets. Ottolenghi in Islington makes for an incredible breakfast experience, one could spend all day sampling food to full satisfaction. The sun did make an appearance so we found the Design Museum to be hosting an installation that apparently video captures your face and outputs an image of you as a decrepit but honorary member of the Geriatrics Club. Note: if you are in London now, there is a Christian Louboutin exhibit. Moving on, the Paul Smith and The Kooples stores are dangerous but should you end up at a random Thai restaurant on Hyde Park with a maze to the loo, please steal the hand lotion and GabrielDesigns shall pay a fortune for the amazing scented product. Also come to think of it, there was also a very dangerous beer shop in Putney wasn’t there? Oh that La Chouffe will apparently render even the most drink-hardened Aussie into sunglasses in the morning rain. All in all, the point is: I need to return more often to London.