the shining city of london

dear royal borough of kensington,

first, thanks for being royal.
second, thanks for being the place where i get to call home for the next two months!  i love your quiet streets.  i love your pigeons bobbing along the sidewalks.  i love that your marbled windows reflect a marbly sun.

i love your cheese and bagels, and that the flatmates before me left black velvet pumps and a monet-blue scarf and a gray peacoat that's softsoftsoft, all because they couldn't fit them in their suitcases home.  we new flatmates felt the heavens were smiling upon us with such nice things.  not to mention when the nice man at the tube station gave me his daypass tube card because he'd finished using it for the day.

in short, dear kensington, i am in love with you.

sincerely,
one jet-lagged though very starry-eyed girl

see the grey peacoat and monet-blue scarf?  i feel very british in them.  (while retaining my america-lovin heart: see rainbow slippers on feet.)