the edible city
8th june 2005
Having been cranky with Mrs Woolf a couple of days ago, I was reproved by finding London today at its most Mrs Dalloway-ish: warm, sunny, charming and odorous. The lemon-washed squares invited one to take a bite out of their white icing stucco porches, the air was carrying soft vanilla-pastry scents from shaded shop doorways; as Bloomsbury gave way to Euston spice aromas blossomed on Drummond Street. A lunch-hour for lounging in Regent's Park with a raspberry mivvi.