Today has been just right. Lazy morning and tea, followed by an outing to Hampstead Heath. I'd never been there before, and it seems as though in going i found out where all of the yellow leaves were hiding in London. They're certainly here in a huge abundance, along with dogs and birds. There's not too much that makes me feel happier than knowing i'm in a city but not being able to hear cars, or trains, or anything. Knowing that you're just within a boundary of quiet. As if that couldn't be topped, a beautiful used bookstore was found down a cobblestone lane. Perfection.
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i believe you were in the bookstore from the film, notting hill. i believe one of those two doors was also the door to hugh grant's apartment. just saying.
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