Today we took a walk through the park to Notting Hill, to wander around the infamous Saturday market on Portobello Road. The trees in the park are turning every shade of yellow and orange and red.
After buying some fruit and veg, we happened upon a stall selling mini churros with chocolate. Lauryn Kelly and I split a cup full, covered in sugar and cinnamon. Sooo yummy!
(Yes we resorted to sticking our finger in the chocolate and sugar when we ran out of churros...)
On the way home I spotted this little sign: George Orwell, novelist & political essayist lived here. How crazy is that?! In this little pastel blue house, just one in a row of colored houses, lived George Orwell! We stopped to gawk and awe, and wonder what lucky people get to live in the house now.
I laid out my market purchases on our kitchen table when we got back. I'm particularly excited about the artichoke and butternut squash. The view out the kitchen window, which sits above our sink, was so autumnal I thought I'd take a picture. The sky isn't really visible, but at the time it was pink and purple, and the tree is covered in golden leaves.
As I write this, we have artichokes steaming in the kitchen. And who says college kids can't cook?
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