The London Vibe
The city woke up the way it always does — half grumpy, half glorious.
I dragged Isabella out of bed around ten, still jet-lagged and mumbling something about “Spanish mornings being more civilized.”
“Welcome to London,” I said, tossing her a scarf. “We’ve got rain, sarcasm, and overpriced coffee. You’ll love it.”
We started in Shoreditch Market, weaving through stalls of vintage jackets and food trucks pumping out the smell of curry, cinnamon, and possibility. Isabella looked like a kid at Christmas, stopping every five feet to take a photo.
“Everything here’s so… real,” she said.
“That’s one word for it,” I laughed, biting into a bacon roll.
A street busker started playing an old Arctic Monkeys tune, and for a minute it felt like the whole city was nodding along. Isabella started to sway to the rhythm, camera in hand, catching the light like she was still in Ibiza.
“See?” I said. “Told you London’s got soul — it just hides under all the traffic.”
The Electric Diner
By late afternoon, the sun had pulled a disappearing act again, so we ducked into The Electric Diner in Notting Hill, where Natasha was waiting — impeccable as ever, scrolling through something elegant on her phone.
“Well,” she said, smiling as we walked in, “look who’s gone local.”
Isabella rolled her eyes. “Don’t start with me. I’ve had four espressos and a bacon roll.”
“Good,” Natasha said. “You’ll need that energy. I’ve booked us a photoshoot tomorrow — something London deserves.”
We clinked glasses of sparkling water — hers, naturally infused with cucumber.
The chatter around us blurred into background music — rain, laughter, the hum of the city wrapping around our little trio.
Portobelleo Road
When we finally left, the sky had turned that deep navy London does so well.
Isabella linked her arm through mine and whispered, “This city’s got a heartbeat.”
I grinned. “Yeah, and now it knows our names.”
All three of us walked under shared umbrella along Portobello Road at dusk.
The pavement glistens from recent rain; neon shop signs glowed; wet cobblestones mirrored their light. It was so good to have the three of us back together again in the same place, at the same time.
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