London

Once upon a time there was a house on Tudor Road, in London’s East End, and I was lucky to inhabit the attic of that house for a couple of years. There was a crazy and creative vibe to that semi-detached: a constant whirl of people coming in and out, delicious girly chatter by the kitchen table, quirky projects like super-hero costumes and wearable fairy wings, barbecues in the garden and dj-powered costume parties that lasted all night. A lot of chaos, a bit of drama and, most of all, tons of fun. I really, really, miss those days.

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This is the funny threat painted on a wall in Oxford Circus’ Topshop. And it sums up why I always end up spending so much money when I come to London.

As a recovering shopaholic, I learned to follow a simple rule to prevent impulse buying: Don’t buy it now (if you still really want it, come back tomorrow). And Lisbon is a small enough city for this to work.

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I was born in Lisbon, lived there most of my life and it’s my favourite place in the world. It’s quite a small city, pretty and charming, quirky and of a relaxed personality. And the light… Lisbon has the most beautiful sunshine, it’s the kind of light that makes you a happier person. Home was definitely Lisbon, that’s where my heart was.

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Camden Market was ravaged by huge fire. How sad!

Lately, I’ve been missing London a lot, so I booked a short trip at the end of the month, just to take in a bit of the city I called home only two years ago. And a visit to Camden was, of course, on my plans for the weekend.

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