I stepped outside of my comfortable abode this morning, immediately faced with the bustling area of Shepherd's Bush mid morning. Walking down the street, the beautiful English chill moving me along faster, I got a feel for the area I'm in, and became aware I'm in London's best attempt of Paris' 20th arrondissement, Belleville. It took about 10 minutes walking before I actually encountered English. Instead my ears were met with languages matching the array of cuisine shops on offer: Lebanese, African and general Middle Eastern delights.
I can't help but love it all. I live almost directly opposite the wonders of Shepherds Bush Market and all that the maze of oddities offers, and am a dangerously close distance to Europe's biggest Westfield, it's bright, shining lights beaming in my window at night.
Today I drunk cups of tea, ate fish'n'chips (minus the fish) at the park, watched squirrels and even got some boring practicality shit sorted out.
Tomorrow I'll attempt to open a bank account, view a flat and get lost in the wonder that is Camden Markets.
London, I don't really know you that well, but first impressions always count, and so far, I'm thinking this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
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