Borough and Bermondsey brought new flavour to the afternoon – hip and happening.
As we headed across Southwark Bridge my stomach gave a faint gurgle and I wondered if it had gone unnoticed or whether I should acknowledge and excuse it. I was near the end of my day with a German client, over from Stuttgart for 12 hours in the hope of finding an apartment. He being a thorough sort of chap, we had a broad remit. Via email we’d narrowed down the areas: Kensington, Chelsea, Notting Hill, Holland Park, Primrose Hill, Borough and Little Venice. (As a relatively new resident of LV, I must caution against proselytising it.)