I tried counting the number of times I’ve been to London, but I can’t quite recall. I’ve rounded it to ten, for the sake of neatness.
I was first here in 2002, having just spent a year on exchange in Finland. I remember being overwhelmed at the myriad of accents, all speaking English but with different inflections. After a year of not hearing it spoken in the streets, it took time to adjust my ears to what was going on around me.
And in London, there’s just so much going on.
London has become a bit of a tradition for Emmet and me. We seem to make the trip across the pond whenever we’re back, and one of the essential stops is a place called Yumchaa in Camden Lock.
I don’t know how we came upon it in the first place, but it stuck in our minds, and appears to have become part of the routine.
They still serve the same lemon drizzle cake we bought on our first visit.
Direct from the airport (London City, I love you), we made a beeline to Camden, given we had the time before meeting our host for the weekend. After the stress of the bus journey to Dublin airport (navigating roadworks – loads of it – and the most boring of conversations between our fellow passengers), those balcony seats overlooking the market’s food vendors were most welcome.