Saturday afternoon, central London. If you're not a tourist and simply want to get to a quiet piece of your favourite capital, life is hell. Walking into Oxford Street is like trying to crash the tube at rush hour: sweaty and crowded, it wakes up a terrible instinct for survival you just didn't you had.
Now that is without counting with the marvellous invention of the mews. Hidden, terribly expensive and only available for those who know where they are, or the lucky ones who get lost, mews are the perfect place to breathe.
Here is one of them. No, I won't tell you where it is, just a hint: Mayfair, near Bond St. Now you'll have to go and hunt for yourself. The rest is pure enjoyment, a traditional hot chocolate with English cream and marshmallows, a quiet coffee near a fire place, a tiny boutique with unique dresses. These are the true hidden luxuries if London.
And at Christmas time, Mews are even more magical. While the rest of world witnesses an exotic festive dance amongst a thousand other people in Oxford Street, you get to actually sit down with your friends and relax. No waiting queue, no trashed Christmas trees, just an authentic, beautiful and truly British environment. That just made my day.
That's all for now, find out where I'm going next tomorrow.
Oh, and here is another picture, just to keep you hungry :)
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