A normal regular people day!

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[dropcap]T[/dropcap]his past weekend I did normal people things, because I am so very fed up with my universe revolving around our flat. I escaped into town towards Regent Street where I quickly realised that I had stumbled into the Regent Street Motor Show. It was nice- no traffic, lots of vintage cars, souped up motorbikes, and fancy pants super cars. I had a couple of hours to kill and it was just what I needed, some time out to remember that life isn’t all about tiles and pipes and dirt.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”14270″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”14271″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”14272″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The first Christmas gift was bought in Anthropologie, and then I headed towards Liberty because I was walking into Soho anyway. I had Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker playing through my headphones so it was a real surprise when I got to the store to find that their window theme this year is…The Nutcracker!

Liberty wins.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”14268″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”14273″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”14266″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I always consider my time working within Soho’s creative bubble as a post-University, University.

Before Google maps, before smart phones, the way I got to know London was by pounding the pavement and getting lost. It was my first taste of working in the real world and the friends I made are friends for life. You could blindfold me and I’d still be able to navigate my way from Golden Square to Soho Square.

I’m always so sad when I return to find yet another landmark or building demolished or draped with construction boards, making way for yet another luxury development. The art shop where I used to get supplies is now a fancy pants restaurant, the sweet little pharmacy on the corner is forever closed, and Berwick Street market- where you could buy the best custard tarts and fat bunches of flowers-is slowly disappearing.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”14267″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Where else would you find a very dapper gentleman buying milk in his finest formal wear?  Moments after I took this photo, Jarvis Cocker walked past me. Again, only in Soho!

I could forever babble on about my love for this quirky little area and get on my soap box about ‘luxury’ developers, but instead, here is a petition from Save Soho to turn it into a heritage site. Because hey, Benedict Cumberbatch and Stephen Fry can’t be wrong!

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”14264″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”14265″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”14275″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Continuing with the theme of ‘normal people things’, I met Robin and a friend in China Town for a late Dim Sum lunch. 10 steaming baskets of dumplings later, I waddled home.

It was a good day, you know? Just a normal, regular day, before our home was hacked apart. Strolling along the street, with my (soy) latte in one hand and nothing more strenuous than a window shop on the cards. More of those days please![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

Author: Angela Shek

just a clueless mama in East London

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