We’ve come to the last Sunday of the two weeks I spent at Daniel’s flat in London.
After this night we woke up to a London that lay empty and grey, the air saturated with heavy thunder. Daniel and I got dressed and walked down Hackney.
First we stopped by Bolt, the motorcycle cafe and shop in the Hackney Central arches.
They sell all things cool but also make exquisite coffee to pretty sweet tunes. Perfect to hide away from the busy streets and just look at all the tiny little knickknacks and art they have.
Daniel browsed through the vintage leather jackets.
Whilst I ran around with this little cutie. Every shop should have a dog!
Right at that moment Kajsa messaged asking if we wanted to join her and Mikey at the Geffrye Museum, so we walked through London Fields and enter this dreamy compound. Finally there are leaves on the trees. I’ve missed them.
And there they were walking along the garden paths. The museum was as unexciting as one might expect from a tiny museum showcasing british living throughout time. Mikey did a pretty great just keeping us entertained telling stories from how the brits survived the plague with masks filled with rose petals and such. Then we mostly tried to guess right at the kids questions and got super annoyed when a six year old spoilt them for us.
When the tour was over we went to the pub for some hotdogs and ales in a dark booth.
I looked over at Kajsa like a proud mum or something when our bfs made plans to go on a cinema date together haha. A little bromance is happening.
My love Lovisa stopped by being as charming as always. <3 We talked about friends lost in depression, disgusting youtube clips of babies and how she is staying for at least three more years in London to become a pro ass photographer.
Jared and Olivia popped by showing photos of their new flat up in Holloway Road. Isn’t his tattoos the prettiest?
By the time we were on the third round it was dark outside and it was time for is to walk back through the empty park. The rest of the night Daniel and I spent watching Game of Thrones, letting baclava flakes rain down on our sheets and bother us for the rest of the night.