Last week London called. I answered. A quick two hour jaunt via the Eurostar, and there I was.
This city that has always felt like home. Perhaps it’s the dynamic energy felt amidst the international air, much like NYC and certainly something I miss living within the calm and frenchness of Paris. The trip was one of business, as I’m currently working on a new hand-printed London Collection of handbags (where better to conduct market research?), had several shops and showrooms to meet, and equally one of pleasure. Many friends to catch up, exchanging a bottle of red for a pint of cider.
Home became close to Baker Street with a dear friend, Regents Park just minutes away.
I could not avoid central London…
What clever advertising! (Love the classic London cabs, preferably black.)
A walk around Sloane Square and into the world of eggs & Saatchi…
On my last morning I was given a tour of the colorfully posh Primrose Hill.
A walk along the canal beneath London skies, to Camden…
And back again from one world into another.
My trip happily ended in London’s evolving East, Shoreditch.