Why did I move to the big smoke six years ago? Better question, why have I chosen to stay? Her Majesty. I do hope Her Royal Highness will not take offense when I clarify what I mean: the majesty of this incredible, enormous labyrinth of a city; a place I keep losing my way – and I probably mean that in more ways than one – only to arrive in any number of places that make my life here seem novel again.
Weaving through the streets just north of Bond Street station on my way to dinner, I’ve walked no more than 100 metres from Oxford Street and it’s as if I’ve been transplanted to a charming English village – albeit with noticeably upmarket boutique shops and specialty food purveyors like: La Fromagerie, Ginger Pig, Biggles Sausages and Rococo Chocolates. The weather is kind enough to carry this romantic quartet of amazing smells from one storefront to another and into my hungry nose.