The days of the little family hotel in Bayswater are over, as we knew they eventually would be. Sold, and the family retired, though we’re still in touch. We’ll miss the terraced Victorian charm and dead cheap prices. Not so much the vintage plumbing and lack of wifi, the latter usually a red line for us but one we suspended because of the price and the existence of a particularly humane wifi equipped Starbucks round the corner.
New home is on one of the few streets in London with which we were already very familiar, Chapel Market. It’s a traditional market street near Angel tube station, home also to little independent shops, cafés and restaurants, including Indian Veg, a family run buffet where we’ve eaten for years and now our next door neighbour.
Flat itself is tiny, up a couple of flights of stairs with steps more narrow than the length of an average foot. Small enough that its few contents have had to be fitted in like a Chinese puzzle but it’s clean and reasonably well equipped. And they’ve left us an attractively set table with a bottle of wine and one of Indian tonic.
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