Denim on Denim in China Town

Denim on Denim in China Town

 I want to take a slight pause from recounting my adventures and times in China to talk about my more recent trip to China Town in London! I just absolutely love this place and it really re-creates some of the best parts of Chinese culture.  There are so many cool new things to smell, see and experience. It is always very busy and there are some wonderful places around here to eat and have nice cocktails.

So this is what my boyfriend and I did last time we went for an afternoon to China town…


Sushi at Yoshino, a small take-away venue which does the best and cheapest sushi in town, is always a great way to start the day.  ❤ A walk down to the pedestrianized zone of China town, a cobbled street flanked with wooden gates is wonderful and a great way to travel half-way across the world in a couple of hours. I love browsing through the shops and marveling at the odd food hung up in the windows and the cool nick-knacks for sale. Bubba Tea if you don’t mind cream and jelly or else coffee and cake at Patisserie Valeria for an hour whilst you wait for your appointment at the nail bar, found one day hiding at the back of a large shop which sells clothes, electronics and other Chinese ornaments.

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After years of biting my nails am finally trying to grow them! Gustavo got ropped into getting a manicure as well after pissing off the woman by biting his nails in front of her hehehe


Everything here is really exotic, I love the writing on the signs and all the fantastic smells. Even the apple minute maid has squishy Aloe Vera bits floating in it. For some fun and games we made a quick stop off at the beautiful and lively Hippodrome Casino. After a drink on the roof terrace and playing just enough on the roulette to get a taste of the excitement and the atmosphere we headed to the pagoda shaped restaurant New China to try their famous Hot Pot. An interactive meal, which involved cooking our own food! It was quite late by the time we finished so we didn’t go out, but if you are looking to continue the party head to the famous Experimental Cocktail Club for some drinks or Ronnie Scott’s Jazz Club which is just round the corner before going out in Mayfair or in Soho.

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I decided to wear my skinny denim jeans and large white embroidered top (a present from my most fashionable friend Naomi) with a denim jacket over the top to keep warm. Now you have to be careful with too much denim in case you end up looking like Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake back in the horrendous 90s. If you get it wrong or pair the wrong shades of denim together it can go very wrong. If you get it right however, it is  an easy way to look pretty hip whilst showing in an understated way that you are bold enough to go for this controversial look. So what do you think?Is it ever acceptable to wear Denim on Denim?








Farewell to Cuba

Farewell to Cuba

The last dance is always the one that I remember most. Today was our last day. The thought made my heart clench. I look back now at the photos, like a lover smelling scented clothes. I am propelled by my feelings and by my memories into a place which is unique, even to the world. The sounds become real, the smells the colors. I know I am not there and yet somehow this feels so real.

The impressive Grand Theater of Havana looms ahead, the Cuban flag perched proudly blows in the wind.


Pass the ever grandiose buildings and arrive quickly at El Capitolio. Domed and all white, it cuts an authoritarian figure and towers over the dainty colorful houses, which are opposite it. I can see myself laughing and joking. I press the camera shutter, but never quite at the right moment. Half a car, no car but somehow never a whole one.






Round and round we go up as far as the gate to China Town. The  Old Railway repair yard is still rusty. The cigar factory is shut, although I don’t think it was like that when I was there. Sometimes memories play tricks. If I am wrong, it doesn’t matter, tomorrow I will go back but this time I will open it.





Lunch in a sumptuous Italian in China Town. We are served by Cuba’s own Abercrombie and Fitch models.  White shirts tight over their strong muscular frames. The sugar is sweet but not as sweet as Carlos. They have blankets for if we are cold (such gentlemen), and probably spare shirts for when their old ones split from too much muscle flexing. Obviously they all fancy me. This is how I remember it anyway…

All the clientele are locals and many parties are couples on dates – Was it lunch or was it dinner that I had here? Either way its not the best place in the world to bring your girlfriend if your trying to convince her that you are the most attractive man on the planet. So yes, the food is really good, best ravioli outside of Florence and great price… Anyway back to the service…


We walk back to the hotel, passed El Floridita, and back down towards the sea to our hotel.  I feel sad. This is when the bags are loaded and when we hug our new friends goodbye. The journey back to the airport, back home, back to reality is short. Too short.

I will miss you Cuba but I will see you soon, I promise this is by no means goodbye. I never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.