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It’s become a yearly tradition now for the fab four to venture up to London for the August bank holiday to celebrate all things Bob Marley and visit Notting Hill carnival. We bagged a great hotel deal, courtesy of Emily Dartnell and were in a prime location in the heart of Mayfair, amongst the posh elite. So after starting the day off with a forgotten suitcase at Liverpool Street Station (I’m never putting my bag in the overhead storage again) we headed into Notting Hill to get jiggy with the Jamaicans. It certainly didn’t disappoint. Throughout the day we indulged in the famous jerk chicken, rice and beans and coleslaw, moshed it up at the pineapple crew stand and watched the vibrant parade line the streets. It was a really fun day and after trekking back to the hotel, we rested our weary feet with a quick nap and a bit of Beethoven on the TV.
Rejuvenated, spruced up, and in our glad-rags, we headed for Soho where we had booked a table here at this hidden gem, known only to the cool London crowd. It was quite a place, dim lighting, a buzzing atmosphere and classic cocktails; we spent the evening eating Mexican food and chatting over multiple glasses of wine.
The next day we had the treat of a lie-in and a late check out before heading to a local patisserie to fill our bellies with tasty treats and a monstrous slice of chocolately cake. Same again next year please!