I love an empty city. Not a zombie-apocalypse kind of empty, but a frosty, misty early morning kind of empty. It’s an early start for a Sunday. But when everyone else is having a lie-in it’s the perfect time to head out. I roll down my sleeves and wrap up to my eyeballs in cashmere to explore some London and stuff my face with freshly-baked goods. Apart form local artisan bakeries, Baker and Spice and Laduree are my go-to for Sunday morning indulgence in all things cinnamon-sprinkled.
It’s art time and that means a tip to the Royal Academy. I am in love with their courtyard: the architecture, the Cotswold stone and the intricate metalwork and gilding on the gates; oh, and of course the art inside.
I love tea. To no end. This isn’t a secret to the regular readers of my blog, or to anyone who has seen the inside of my tea cupboard. To those who haven’t – it’s the size of my wardrobe. And it needs constant restocking. So after I fill up on my weekly quota of all things arty at the Royal Academy, I head across the street into Fortnum and Mason to stock up on tea.
It’s time to stop by one of London’s most iconic shopping spaces – the Burlington Arcade. Honestly, calling it a shopping destination feels kinda wrong. It’s more like a gallery, full of vintage and antique jewellery, cashmere, luggage and stationery. And I love browsing here on the weekends to get inspired by all the vintage style and intricate detailing.
It’s time to keep walking and my route today takes me through Clifford Street and onto New Bond Street. Gorgeous window displays aside, I am in love with all the attention to detail, especially around the festive season. The doors and window fronts and are full of wrapped-up presents, sparkle and fresh pine. There is nothing better than the smell of fresh pine on a crisp winter day.
It’s been a long day up on my feet and out with my camera. Any words I might have used to describe how hungry I feel by now have been reduced to exhausted grumbling sounds worthy of a good zombie film. But my two favourite burger joints always come to the rescue (Meat Liquor and Patty & Bun). I cross Oxford Street and duck into red-lit and disco-balled St Christopher’s place to head to Meat Liquor. This place not only does a killer burger, but tops it off with a long list of hilariously-named cocktails. A couple of them will knock you out cold and are limited to two per person. Go, try, feed that zombie. The Dead Hippie burger comes highly recommended.
Coat: Celine | Dress: H&M | Scarf: De Nicola | Boots: Prada