Notting Hill, London

There is no doubt that no matter how many years I lived in London or how many times I later visited, time and time again there is always something new that surprises me here.

Notting Hill is the kind of place that interweaves many cultures, yet manages to retain it's core essence of place. For me it epitomises this melting pot of culture and constant change, without losing it's voice.

On this particular visit with my mum, we stayed in Westbourne Grove—a place of white-washed grandeur populated with somewhat rickety buildings on the inside, which outside look pristine. The flowers were blooming this season, and as we wandered down towards breakfast, our first stop was Bill Granger's cafe in Notting Hill. Everything from the decor to the food was impeccably styled, not that we expected anything less from our home-grown Australian icon.

I had planned our trip around visiting the Portobello Road markets particularly for the antiques, and Saturday being the day the markets are in full swing, we took our stroll on a beautiful Friday morning at the beginning of Summer. Mum & I aren't a fan of crowds so the quieter streets suited us nicely as we danced from stall to stall in search of exquisite finds.

In the afternoon we thought it best to rest our weary legs and take in a film at the Electric Cinema. There is always something enchanting about old-world velvet cinema seating and the scent of popcorn. Emerging from the cinema as dusk set in, we were keen to pick a secluded spot for a glass of wine and yummy dinner. We settled for a bistro tucked away in one of the many laneways running like veins away from the Portobello strip.

There is a sense of pure indulgence every time I visit Notting Hill. This is a neighbourhood I am truly at peace with just being me.