What’s your favourite city in the whole world? I don’t think I’m capable of answering such question myself; my heart is too big and big enough to fit countless of amazing cities I’ve been lucky enough to visit over the years. I will say this though: London sits pretty high on the list. The unmatched energy, the grandiose atmosphere…it’s like being part of something much bigger than yourself.
The first time I found myself wandering those Londoner streets it was a very unplanned, very spontaneous trip, so we basically dedicated our whole time there exploring the neighbourhoods, the food and the lifestyle of that beautiful place. At some point we thought it would be a good idea to walk all the way up to Notting Hill, all the way from across town. To be honest, I can’t tell exactly where we started from, but wherever that was, it took hours, I mean HOURS, to get to the hippest neighbourhood of London. Truth is, I would do it all over again. Walking around is the best way to really understand a new city, but the real reason I ended up there was because of this little movie here (don’t judge me). Notting Hill did not disappoint: a magical little place tucked away somewhere in London, kinda hipster, quirky artsy little shops and bookstores spread around…it really does feel like walking inside a movie set. So if you’re looking for some charm, you have to add it to your London to-do list.
We had fish and chips at Sun in Splendour, a Victorian pub that’s absolutely lovely and cozy inside. The food was really good and everyone there was really fun, so I really recommend it for an authentic British experience. Walking down Portobello Road is almost a classic at this point, and after checking that off the list, we immediately looked into buying a house, as one does, and proceeded to take lots of pictures – priorities, getting a house there could wait.
While looking around, taking in the atmosphere, I could see from a window two little girls playing inside a pink princess room and wondered what it must be like to grow up in such an iconic little place. The thought made me smile. And as I felt the late fall breeze chill my skin, I looked at the sun setting over Notting Hill.
It was a beautiful moment, and if I close my eyes I can still see it.