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i just got back from london, and the euphoria i felt for the whole trip still surrounds me, almost like a protective barrier from anything bad.
the trip was beautiful, inspirational, rewarding and simply sublime.
i visited a lot of coffee shops.
like, a lot.
the favourite is blank street — incredible lemon iced tea, and good food too. i got myself a hat and a tote bag too :)
jolene disappointed me a little. i orded a chai latte, but i could taste too much chai. maybe it’s just their chai lattes, but it disappointed me either way.
there were a couple of other great ones. some not so good. a mix, really. but it was great to just exist, drifting from the different coffee shops.
i stayed in notting hill.
the houses there are beautiful — all tall and white, apartments and houses and blatant wealth. i counted an insane amount of ferraris.
staying in notting hill naturally meant that i’d visit the bookshop, and the house with the blue door.
i was insanely shocked to find that the house with the blue door had been pretty much vandalised — there was graffiti all over the door, and it had been changed into some business or other. the bookshop had been converted to a gift shop too — it didn’t live up to…
