The Londoness


Born in Paris.

Made in London.

Teller of London Tales.

In the Rude

I’m not sure what the Scrooge equivalent is for Valentine’s Day, but I am it. I do feel sorry for those singletons who are reminded in every one of London’s nooks and crannies that they are flying solo on February 14th. And it’s the general forced cheesiness of it all that makes me queasy. So…