Landing in London, it appeared I had not only travelled across countries, but back in time too. Men in bowler hats and tweed jackets, ladies in Edwardian riding jackets, and vintage vehicles lined the streets. But sadly I had not landed in 1912, it was just the filming of the new Mr. Selfridge.
By contrast to hot and humid Tokyo, there was a chilly nip to the air. Autumn had arrived. Baskets of cob nuts, squashes, and cabbage were on sale.
And as it began to rain, it was definitely time for a cosy cocktail or two at Happiness Forgets, Hoxton Square.