It's funny how after being in France for so long, London felt like a comfort zone. (When I went to London in high school I thought it was as exotic as Chandler and Joey).
Perusing the Portobello Market, finding a favorite breakfast spot, shopping at Loft (no association to Ann Taylor), and lounging around Kensington Gardens were all highlights. High tea at the Dorchester was supercivilized and the mostly overcast weather just seemed right. I ate some of the best sushi of my life (thank you, Nobu) and I drank cappucinos and rosé wine like it was my job.
A holiday from a holiday.