I recently booked a little trip to London to visit my best friend and one of the most inspiring souls I know. Prior to this trip I can’t really say that I loved London, I enjoyed the city yet found it a little too crazy and dare I say it a little too ugly, now I realise that I simply wasn’t frequenting the right places. This time I was little interested in the London eye and Oxford Circus but more intrigued by the farmer’s markets and the hidden gems. I had been dreaming of waking up at the crack of dawn to explore a different market every day, the smell of fresh peonies and the English etiquette and friendliness which I miss so dearly living under the often harsh scrutiny of Paris. It turned out to be the most perfect weekend I’ve had in a long long time. Every single person I encountered greeted me with a smile, offered me tips and engaged in conversation with me. I walked around the city with a huge smile on my face, constantly endeared by the kindness and affection of strangers towards myself and towards one another. Little things like fresh flowers being sold on every street corner for Valentine’s day and blooming cherry blossom trees added to the charm of an already wonderful weekend.