We fly British Airways from Edinburgh to London City. All the flights from Edinburgh to Heathrow are full. There was a time when this small airport was hectic with investment bankers coming into the financial centre for meetings. Now, with many ( most ? ) folks still working from home, passenger numbers are way down and it's trying to find ways to attract new customers.
The weather is grey and cloudy when we leave and its not much better south of the border. The plane is one of those small commuter jobs that becomes uncomfortably hot very quickly. Perhaps most travellers like to fly in super heated cabins ? The good news is the cab to the hotel takes twenty minutes - a third of the time it takes from Heathrow into town. I won't say the airport was quiet but the time it took from the aircraft door to the cab rank was exactly four minutes.
We stand gawping like country cousins at the produce on offer.
They have Victoria pineapples. By comparison the pineapples on sale in Scottish supermarkets are pale imitations. We debate whether the hassle of driving down to fill the car up with fresh fruit is completely daft. After brief reflection we decide it is. Perhaps one day the greengrocer will start an out of London delivery service ?
We sit at a table outside for dinner. We are the only customers to do so. Londoners clearly think 18 degrees is cold. We think it's rather balmy. We try a rather uninspiring bottle of Provencal rose that seems to have come from an organic producer in an unfashionable corner of the Var. Our curiosity to try a name we'd didn't know got the better of us. London is very quiet. This is the time of year to visit if you want to avoid having to make restaurant reservations.
Breathing :https://www.popsci.com/health/no-sense-of-smell-breathe-differently/
A rug exhibition :https://mima.art/exhibition/winifred-nicholson-cumbrian-rag-rugs/
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Some of the Burgh Market people deliver. Just saying.
I gawp when I return to Grand Frais. I so wish we had a chain of shops like that in this country.
My memory of flying into London City Airport is alarm that the pilot had miscalculated and we were going to end up in the Royal Albert or Royal Victoria dock.
You had a lovely weekend and change of scenery.
We flew from LCY to Nice a couple of years ago and found it very convenient. Now our son is living 20 minutes from Heathrow so it feels like LCY is across the globe. I wish it were possible to fly with Charlie (not in cargo) so we could all zip off to London whenever we like. He's lived a charmed life thanks to Covid and our housekeeper in Tokyo, so he's never been in the K-E-N-N-E-L and we don't think it would go well. At least he's got his EU passport so we can zip off to Italy instead.
That produce! What a lovely trip. Can't wait for the art review!
The greengrocers display is a work of art in itself. Mouth-watering.
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