I’ve been looking for an excuse to nip into Covent Garden ever since I learnt that there lies a Moleskin stand-alone store on King Street. The small shop opened in April as is part of a host of the brand’s roll-out into creative-met-hubs including New York, Paris and Bejing.
So there I was this morning, faced with impossible choices of colour, size and thickness of paper.
In the end, I settled upon a handbag size sketch book. Probably the only remaining size I have yet to scribble in.
Food news in Covent Garden doesn’t get bigger than my lunch review location. Barrafina – the Soho Spanish bar phenomenon – opened this week on Adelaide Street.
I asked a couple of ladies who love to lunch to join me but- alas – with the end of school year mere minutes away, all were busy. And that’s when it struck me. To eat/review alone would be more than fine: no reason to excuse my compulsive camera habit, no need to check they are enjoying their food, no need to chat. Instead, I could catch up on the gossip from the waitress, read my magazine, check my email and of course eavesdrop on other conversations (one of my regular vices).
And I definitely plan to eat alone again.