London Restaurant: Souk

As usual, our Tuesday Night Tasting adventure left D, Target and I stuffed, smiling, and wishing we had room for more! And this time another friend, O, joined us for some Moroccan dishes at Souk.

Awesome atmosphere with heavy cloths draped over the ceilings, waitresses wearing jingly wraps around their wastes, candle light and good conversation. Apparently it can be quite crowded on a weekend so Tuesday was a good bet.

Souk, 27 Litchfield Street, London WC2H 9NJ (Near the Seven Dials)

A Kitty and a Kite Festival

I woke up to find a soft white kitty in the lounge. I named her Snow Belle. She followed my flatmates home last night. No collar. She was still there in the morning sitting on the back steps so we let her back inside and played with her. She’s outside again now, but I hope she wants to come back. She was nice and fluffy.
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This afternoon, I met C in Victoria for the train ride to Streatham Common where we went to a kite festival. Wellies, kites and tea under gray London skies, umbrellas, smiles, pretty colours and a bit of rain. Not to mention the giant purple octopus.
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Abercrombie in London vs NY

There are certain moments in life that call for a bit of retail therapy. And so I've indulged. New spring coat, the obligatory sexy red break up dress, shoes, a few choice CDs. I've developed a slight infatuation with Amy McDonald.
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Amy MacDonald. This is the Life
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And even though our break up has been amicable and our friendship has blossomed from it, it never hurts to have your photo taken with a sexy shirtless Abercrombie model either.

There's been movie nights, pub night, coffee dates with the girls and a bit of excitement for whatever decides to come by next.

But back to this Abercrombie boy.

At home, Abercrombie has models outside the shops, but there's never people offering to take your photo with them with a Polaroid camera. And while there is loud music, there's never a clubbing atmosphere with pretty people dancing on top of balconies like there is in the new London branch on Savile Row.

Maybe that's why the same pair of Emma low rise jeans I was wearing were selling for DOUBLE what I paid for them in New York. Ridiculous. You also can't access the US Abercrombie site from a UK computer which is interesting indeed. Probably to prevent people from comparing prices. At any rate, I wasn't about to buy anything as the selection here isn't even as good as our small shop back home. However, the model boy out front... I approve!

A Small Moment

Is it possible to steal happiness?
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Reading The Book Thief on the bus home, I came across that question.
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I’d imagine it is possible, but I think the best sort of happiness is shared, not stolen. I also think the best happiness comes from the moments that anyone can have if they open their eyes to them.
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Walking home in the fading daylight, under silver clouds, it began to rain.
It was warm sprinkling rain, the type that makes you linger instead of walk faster. The kind of rain you welcome to patter against your skin.
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In my hands, I carried a pot of African Violets with silver and fuchsia petals. Velvet, a tickling of tiny hairs running over the leaves.
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There is freshness in the extra hour of day now, in the air that holds the light for you just until you reach your doorstep.
It’s this last hour of light I hold onto like a gift, a chance to breathe in the tease of long summer nights.
An hour for slow walks home.
An hour for peaceful happiness.