On the second day, I walked around East London, through the ubiquitous Hoxton, popping in briefly to be underwhelmed at the White Cube, then round Shoreditch and a bit of Brick Lane. I went into a couple of boutiques, but mostly I just walked and looked in windows and took photographs. Happy times.
Isn't this WONDERFUL?
So, I'm home now, and back to the natural order of things. I have lots of ideas that I need to quietly unpack in spare moments. I am keen to sneak away again soon, because it felt SO liberating, although it's hard to rid oneself completely of the GUILT. Tell me, what is your favourite thing to do or place to go, all by yourself?