We then walked over to Kensington, and went to my old house in Campden Hill Gardens. Kensington is older than its neighbors and has a more varied housing stock, with a big section consisting of plain Georgian townhouses in a surprising variety of pastel colors, as well as the more typical blocks with Victorian flourishes. I managed to find a street where houses adopted a depressing grey brick aesthetic, but inside it was quintessentially English, tall ceilings, creaky floors, drafty and with terrible plumbing, all decorated in high chintz.

We then had lunch at Kensington Place, one of my favorite London restaurants, quite modern and buzzy with the best scallops in the world.