This is essentially a large photo drop of our last week in London with emphasis on things we ate. Ben and I were able to rent a lovely, I repeat LOVELY, flat in the middle of Soho with tall ceilings to die for, a claw foot bathtub, a crackling fireplace, and overall dream worthy features. We thoroughly enjoyed our stay here and it was a treat to stay right in the center of a new neighborhood.
You are doing great things in life, 4 Meard Street.
One of the days it was pouring rain so brunch was absolutely in the cards. Somehow we had managed an entire year without venturing to Jackson and Rye. It was time to put an end to that, and it helped that it was right around the corner from us. Brunch for the win.
On Thursday morning we took the train down to Kent to meet up with Stewart and Sheila, Ben’s Rotary sponsors whom we LOVE, and head to Winston Churchill’s home. They are such a treat to be around and full of stories of their travels and adventures. In addition, they are the sweetest little old British couple. Below is a photo Ben captured of me obsessing over how much I love Stewart.
I wouldn’t hate living in Churchill’s home one bit. Massive garden, fields, ponds, and lovely rooms galore.
Our week was full of sad goodbyes and catching up with friends before we had to leave. We miss you, Arabella!
Our weekend looked very similar to all of our others: full of good food, markets, biking, and catching up with friends. Borough deserved a proper farewell.
Monmouth equally deserved a personal goodbye. Hands down the best coffee I have ever had in my life. Saturday was such a fun day biking throughout the city to our favorite sights.
This view is a tear jerker, let me tell ya!
Sunday morning the sun was shining just right. Thankfully our flat for the week was conveniently located righhhttt next to Crosstown Doughnuts. A healthy and nutritious breakfast to start the day!
We went for the sea salt caramel banana cream and the cinnamon roll doughnut and they did not disappoint. Oh, and a flat white and latte to top it off.
After our doughnuts, we took the long way to church passing Piccadilly towards our old flat to pick up bikes to ride along the river.
Sunday evening was our celebratory dinner at Duck and Waffle. Oh my gosh. I think duck and waffle is my new favorite food. Don’t knock it till you try it because it is drool worthy. It was also accompanied by a 360 view of the city from the 40th floor. I also recommend with great passion the N’duja & gruyère bread.
It was the perfect way to spend our final week in London.