Si je ne peut pas être en France…mes belles souvenirs restes proche de mon cœur. If I cannot be in France…my sweet memories/souvenirs remains close to my heart…literally. On the weekend I went for some digging in the fleamarket here…
Si je ne peut pas être en France…mes belles souvenirs restes proche de mon cœur. If I cannot be in France…my sweet memories/souvenirs remains close to my heart…literally. On the weekend I went for some digging in the fleamarket here…
Freshly picked strawberries, blueberries…lots of veggies such as asparagus from Italy as you can see in my photo above…coconuts, cupcakes, pies, different kind of bread…you name it…there was nothing missing in the Fruits, Veggies and food section in the Portobello…
Here is the main reason why I chose to live in Notting Hill during my weekend in London in May – The Portobello Road Market! The Portobello Road was only a 5 minutes walk from where I was living and…
When I was visiting the Portobello Market in London I passed by some Italians who were busy making bruschettas. The line was long and I understood there must be something special about those bruschettas so I joined the line. Imagine…