home of the brash, outrageous and free
We have been in London for less than 24 hours and have managed to re-orient well, and quickly. Jet lag was vanquished through the determined efforts of Katja and Tara, and the bartenders at the Holy Drinker on the Northcote Road. We’re in Clapham, near Battersea, and the closest thing I can compare it to is if Cole Valley annexed the Upper Haight in the name of leibensraum. Plenty of outrageously good-looking couples pushing baby strollers around. Shoe shops and franchise wine bars up and down the high street.