...by a few days with family on an extended stay back in the UK waiting for a visa for India.
A grey morning behind Marble Arch, the start of ten days during which my suitcase became a natural extension of my body, melded with my right arm.
A weekend in the East End and after a lazy morning at the
York Hall Spa in Bethnal Green, cream tea at
The Albion in Shoreditch to start the carb-loading a week early for the half marathon.
Carrot cake, chocolate brownie, fruit cake, a scone the size of a saucer, enough cream and jam to cause diabetes and my sister pouring the tea.
A vintage weekendBrick Lane, so painfully trendy, so vintage it's mainstream. But much fun, with great bars and restaurants.
Hunky Dory vintage is a favourite, where I left my gloves behind briefly, flung down in a fit of excitement while trying on a sixties little black dress that fits perfectly; inevitably
Rokit; and harcore hunting ground Planet Vintage, which threw up some nargain-basement finds including a seafoam scarf, a red plastic envelope clutch and a sixties scarlet shell top, with a floral Peter Pan collar, all to be listed on
pink milk vintage in a couple of weeks when I'm back from India. There is also a wonderful shop for real vintage hunters, the name of which I have forgotten (- about half-way down on the right-hand side I think?). Not an asymmetrical haicut, shabby demin hotpant or striped tight in sight, this is a calm world of fifties lingerie, thirties gowns, and forties suits where you can browse in peace to a soft jazz soundtrack.
Elephant, temple, Srirangapatnam
Ox, cart and bus, Bangalore-Mysore road
