Snow sprinkles and a cup of tea

Sunday is my favourite day of the week since I was a little girl, and I had to wake up very early in the morning (6 am) to catch the school bus at 7 am, every day except for Sundays.

Now I usually wake up at 7am during weekdays (actually, I put set my alarm clock at 7 but I get up from bed at 8), and sleep all Saturday morning, so in Sundays I can wake up early enough to do something interesting, and spent some time with friends.

Last Sunday I enjoyed the light snow fallen on Saturday night, which by midday was already melting. I was invited by a friend of mine to have lunch by her place and then we would go to Goodge Street to meet another two friends of us.

I took some photos of my street covered by snow, children playing in Wandsorth Park  and a view from Putney Bridge.

For lunch we had a delicious chicken pie, carrots and guacamole, some pane carasau (Sardinian flat bread) kindly offered by my friend’s flatmate, and a few glasses of red wine.

We met the other two girls at Goodge Street and we all went to a bookstore nearby, this is a bookstore me and my friend were planning to visit for months. As it always happens with long planned and full of expectation things, they’re never the way you imagined them.

It was smaller and somehow “less” than I expected, but nonetheless I found some interesting books; in fact, although small, the shop was full of books, some of them ancient and rare, and it deserves a second visit.

After the visit to the bookstore, we went to Le Pain Quotidien to escape from the freezing temperatures, and we enjoyed hot drinks and some food. I love this cafés, the ambient is warm and shabby, the teas and food just delicious.

Grey Sunday in Greenwich

Last Sunday (29th Jan) I went to Greenwich with a friend of mine, to take a breather from home and office routines.

The weather wasn't nice but I really enjoyed the grey sky;  the top of the buildings in Canary Wharf were shrouded in mist, and the atmosphere were in some way "magical".

Once at Greenwich we decided to eat immediately (it was almost midday and we were hungry), and then we explored the market, getting lost among the thousands of vintage items and crafts.

There was plenty of food stall, from Japanese, to Spanish, to French... and we choose Italian. Such a bad choice. After two years of London life and eating all kind of food I should have learnt the lesson: never choose Italian.

I know that probably for most of the Londoners Italian food is great, and it is! But in Italy, not in London. Probably this is correct only for me and not for you; but, as an Italian, I'm never satisfied by the quality or simply the taste of Italian food out of Italy.

So we fell in the trap of "feel like at home" and bought some arancini (fried rice balls filled with sauce), but as I said they were disappointing, and we went wandering around and looking at all the other food we ignored.
There were some wonderful bread with olives and other stuff, organic, which looked really tasty!
Next time I'll try it!

The next step was the lovely Cutty Sark, still under renovation; the National Maritime Museum; Greenwich Park and the Royal Observatory.

It has been a truly lovely day, wandering around, filling my eyes with art, crafts and nature...

I've never been a fan of ships, pirates and this kind of stuff, but I found the Museum quite interesting, especially the instrument like meridians, compasses and telescopes were finely crafted and fascinating.

I also spent some minutes trying to attract squirrels and talking to them, they're so cute!

Simple things make life better: a good friend, a lovely place to visit, and the attitude of a child discovering the world.

Photos: Moll