I met an American in Paris through my college pal, Jeanne, in April. We hit it off immediately as we are both expansive and talkative people.
I was in the office yesterday when I got a text from him. He was coming to London unexpectedly with his wife, a Swiss diplomat, and two of her friends, and could we meet them for lunch?
When am I going to turn down a lunch date? (Never.) Here we are.
We were going for coffee after lunch and passed by a cart selling independent coffee. As we passed, a guy standing in line told us it was the best coffee in London and we'd be fools to go anywhere else.
He was so right. We all made friends right then and there, even though the coffee cart owner was embarrassed by all the attention. Our new friend, Scott Williams, told us where to find unusual shops in the neighborhood, and pointed us to an antiques arcade that was filled with shops with vintage dresses and other items.
Here is Scott and Peter Duggan, the coffee guy. And people say the English can be cold and aloof. It was warm and sunny today so maybe that improved their dispositions.