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Lovers in London

March 4, 2015

I fell in love with my now husband on the doorstep of my flat one Sunday afternoon in Notting Hill. My flat in Notting Hill We had spent the late summer day sunbathing in Hyde Park watching the ducks and talking about nothing in particular. He had an ease about him that fascinated me.  He […]






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I found the meaning of life on a foot bridge over the Thames

January 7, 2015

One afternoon exactly one year ago in London, I met a man who changed my life. He was on the Millennium Bridge clad in construction clothes tinkering at something on the floor. Like everyone else, I walked past without a second thought in a rush to visit the Tate Modern after a media briefing in […]






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Big Ben The Elephant

December 5, 2014

I’m currently on sabbatical and indulging in a personal Renaissance.  I feel like a kid in a candy store with the luxury of time to read, write and paint like a mad-woman. It’s as if a decade’s worth of child’s play has been unleashed and the five-year old me is back with a vengeance. I haven’t […]






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Picasso – Nude Woman with Necklace

November 12, 2014

His art is fearless. Art for art’s sake. Authentic. Shameless. Bold.






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My Notting Hill

November 4, 2014

At LHR. Walked past a man whose cologne reminded me of early days with G. Cold morning walks from Fabian Road to Fulham Station. A peck on the cheek at Notting Hill Gate. Navy suit. Red tie. Black shoes. A smile. Butterflies. Warm hands. An evening on the couch in candlelit Shunt. Falling in love. […]






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London under beautiful light

February 4, 2014

“Sir, if you wish to have a just notion of the magnitude of this city, you must not be satisfied with seeing its great streets and squares, but must survey the innumerable little lanes and courts. It is not in the showy evolutions of buildings, but in the multiplicity of human habitations which are crowded […]






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A walk in Mayfair

January 27, 2014

“There’s nothing like wandering around a city you’ve already left to define an internal change. It feels different. You feel different: defiant, bold, victorious.” – Londoners There’s always another hidden mews to discover, another unassuming pocket of beauty that you’ve passed hundreds of times before but never really saw.  This is London: a favorite book […]






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London, why do I love thee?

January 23, 2014

Because no matter how impractical, I am always compelled to take the longest possible route from point A to B.  In a city so hectic it seems the only natural reaction is to live slowly, to take it all in, to wander and absorb. There is art, history, a heritage of something lost and permanent […]






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