I’ve been meaning to blog about Maltby Street Market for over a year now, but every time I begin to write a post I realize I have zero pictures to go along with it. The problem is that every time I go to Maltby Street, I’m so preoccupied with cramming food and drink in my mouth that I invariably forget to even pull the camera out of my bag. I tried to remedy this issue last weekend and, despite various edible distractions, garnered enough pics to finally put together a post about my favorite London market of all. Read more
The London weather has gone to crap. It’s grey. It’s drizzly. It’s cold. But, you know what? It’s not that bad. (I’m a hot weather girl at heart, so that’s a lot coming from me.)The thing is, that for all the spitting rain and chilling wind, London has one huge, major, game-changing quality that somehow makes this winter business OK, and that is: Holiday Cheer. Cheesey as it may be, it’s totally true. Before the calendar even flipped to December, every high street was strung with lights, Christmas markets appeared in the parks, window displays were decked to the nines, and every man woman and child began downing mince pies like there was some kind of shortage.
My trips have slowed over the past few weeks leaving me with a bit of free time catch up with London friends, binge on turkey, and write a few guests posts for some of my favorite travel bloggers out there. It’s been fun making online connections with these intrepid folks and I’ve enjoyed contributing pieces that I hope hit home with their readers. Check out the links below to see where else I’ve been writing this month: Read more
As an offshoot the the namesake magazine, Monocle keeps a trademark eye for aesthetics while serving local coffee and Japanese-influenced snacks. (Insider’s tip: They don’t have wifi, but there is often a neighboring network you can gain access to for free.)
These side-by-side stores offer a double dose of tailored men’s clothing and modern accessories. This is the place to shop for gifts for your guy this holiday.
The Pimm’s cups had its season, but whiskey owns the British calendar. Stop by to ogle the enormous selection or stay for an educational tasting complete with canapés. I always stock up on a collection of mini bottles to give to friends when traveling back to the States, and I suspect they’d also make for very welcome stocking stuffers.
Have you been to Chiltern Street? Do you know of any other quiet corners of London I should visit?
As a bonafide, registered Mayflower descendant, I feel it my inherited duty to uphold the autumnal traditions of my people who, like myself, sucked at farming. The pilgrims came to their new home with little knowledge of the land and – again, much like myself – had to force the locals to aid them in their quest for food. Together they rejoiced and wore buckles and ate turkey and drank too much and commingled and furthered the gene pool that would eventually beget me. So basically, the first Thanksgiving is my origin story. Read more