This Saturday in London started off with some essential wedmin – picking out wedding bands!
The visit to the jeweler, and actually trying on the ring, was a rather heady experience.
My favorite bit was picking out the engraving for the inside of the band!
I was not expecting wedding band shopping to be so exciting but I was breathless and floating above the sidewalk afterwards. We had a long walk to lunch, so I gulped down a coconut water to hydrate for the journey.
We strolled along the Thames, all the way down to Westminster, where we passed beneath all the spring blossoms outside of Parliament.
Everything seemed to be coming up daisies!
We had lunch at a wonderful French restaurant, Casse-Croûte on Bermondsey Street. The name means “snacks”, which is exactly what we were looking for after our grueling cross-city hike.
Utterly charming inside and out, we shared a tiny checkered tabletop by the cafe-curtained window.
As London is now France’s sixth largest city (due to the sheer amount of Frenchies living here), I think this place is as authentic a tiny local French cafe as any other on the continent!
We listened to French radio playing softly as we dined. It was such an authentic and timeless experience!
A nice bottle of wine, and an incredible plate of steak made the perfect late Saturday lunch. We had to walk off our meal afterwards, so we ambled up to Tower Bridge (stopping for some cliché local photo opps along the way)!
Cutting through the Tower of London on our walk back along the river, we marvelled at the medieval history underfoot.
After a full day of zealous exploration, we prowled back home to West London, feeling like cats who got the cream.