Weekend in London: Part 1
Last weekend I packed my bags and jetted off to London for the weekend, ecstatic at the thought of catching up with my old uni friends and my sister. Arriving at midday on the Friday I met my sister for a drink at The Refinery in Southwark before heading off for a mooch around Camden, where we got haircuts at Hair by Fairy in preparation for our night out in Shoreditch with the girls that evening. Then I fancied a mooch about and so went to take some snaps of the Mall and Westminster before taking a stroll along the Thames and lapping up the atmosphere.
I learned several things whilst I was strolling around. The first was a realisation that I have reached the age where I can happily visit places all by myself and occupy myself without a strong, burning desire for company. The second was that no matter how many of my friends are shacking up in serious relationships right now, (and doing adult things like moving in with their other halves, subsequently making me feel SO VERY single), I am fully aware that your early twenties is the best time to be toute seule. Be selfish, do all the shit you want to do and ultimately live life everyday without needing to compromise. Experience things for your benefit only - grow, explore, challenge yourself and cherish time alone to figure out the paths you want to take. Ironically, my third realisation was that the number of beautiful people in London (I'm talking 10/10 mega babes) massively outweighs the number of hotties in my area and thus at some point I would assume moving to London would automatically increase my chances of shacking up with said babes. A rather loose theory however.
Friday night was spent scoffing delicious pizzas at Pizza East in Shoreditch after a failed attempt to grab a table at Dishoom following an hour and forty minutes wait. (Booking advisory at both venues!) we then went on to have a couple of drinks at a slightly strange and dingy pub before reaching our destination of the night - The Queen of Hoxton. A quirky venue with awesome interior decor and two dancefloors boasting great oldschool tunes. The rooftop terrace was fairytale themed with its toadstalls, fairylights and wigwams.
Saturday was spent rather hungover, after a cooked brekky to set me up for the day I headed to Golders Green to meet up with my year abroad friends before travelling to Brixton for a fresh juice and this hefty slab of chocolate and Guinness cake in the food hall. Paris pals reunion is a cute French café? How very apt. A evening shop around Carnaby / Oxford street was so fun despite the rain. I visited my beloved Brandy Melville store and oogled Mac lipsticks for far too long.
Rekindling our love for some of the best burgers in Paris chez Big Fernand, we visited the London branch in Fitzrovia and it was like burger heaven. I would definitely recommend the Bartholomé. So scrumptious! More wine was consumed before heading off to Camden for drinks avec mes potes.
Sunday's activities will be featured in part two of the London blogs, keep your eyes peeled for some Brick Lane Vintage and incredible graffiti!
Thanks for reading,