Remembering Marylebone…

… Missing London.

I don’t really know what brought my mind to Marylebone but I miss it. I miss the delightful little streets with a mixture of the small independents and the larger high street shops. I miss going “Shall we walk up to Marylebone since it’s on the way to Baker Street which is convenient to go home?” I miss the Le Creuset shop, hunting for those (non-existent: Stylist made a mistake in one of their issues) 14cm “spring-hued” stoneware casseroles. I miss the one time I had a glass of red wine in Le Pain Quotidien which turned into two. I miss the little gastropub on the high street, ducking in on a frigidly cold and rainy winter evening in search of a smidgen of warmth. I miss having a pain au chocolat and a latte watching the world go by on a Sunday morning. I miss having dinner late one evening, eyeing the full length window that overlooked the quaint little high street with a promise to return on summer’s eve.

I miss London.