London calling

I love a cliché. I could wear stripes every day, carry a basket and eat my baguette as I stroll through the french countryside and I'd be a happy little francophile.

So two weeks in London was going to be no exception.

Think champagne at the Ritz, scones at Harrods, posing in front of the red telephone boxes and eating bangers and mash in an old pub .... and getting excited over double decker buses (ok, that's for Elliot). London was calling, and the thought of 2 weeks speaking English was enough to get us across the Channel. Of course, the cliché did not end with my needing to say 'mind the Gap' every time a tube pulled in, London put on the grey, wet and drearily cold weather for us too. But we had a great time, caught up with lots of friends and family and downed a few pints along the way.

In keeping with clichés, we treated ourselves to a some modern British fare at the Corinthia Hotel. Scottish salmon, Fish and Chips with proper mushy peas and Pimms Jelly.

And with one more suitcase in tow, we were in a black cab on route to Gatwick and back to France!

A xx