We had the joy of meeting up with friends of our friend while in London. That’s one thing that is so special about traveling; you realize just how small the world is. On our walk to join them, the air was damp with intermittent rain, the sky a perpetual gray with no sunshine in sight. We hid away from the cold in a little coffee shop tucked away on a side street in Shoreditch, and sipped on cappuccinos and indulged in a delicious cardamon pastry.
This was our second time in London, but first time in the winter. Though the air wasn’t too chilly on its own, the wind made up for it and reminded us after our warm stay in Paris that most of the world was still experiencing a season of cold.
There’s just something about London. Maybe the fact that is so big, or maybe it’s the absolute diversity of every neighborhood we visited. It could be the constant juxtaposition of old and new, traditional and alternative. I don’t know. We really love it.