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In search of pL@cEs...

Let me recount the days...
Friday night, Alicia's parents are here so they invited us over for a simple home cooked dinner which was such comfort food on a cold and windy Friday night!! We had to brave the cold walk from Canary Wharf to their place! But well rewarded at the end of the day :)
Cynthia, Joselyn and another of their friend went to Barcelona early Saturday morning. Went there with my jiemei's in Sept so no point going again. nvm, solo weekend then!

Saturday decided to check out some places.. wanted to try this Jap restaurant Mugen recommended by my Japanese friend at Bank but it was closed!! so sad.. haiz which means I pretty much won't have much chance to try it since it's not close to my office and weekends it is closed :(



the real London Bridge which every kid sings about

window cleaners

Walked over from London Bridge and took some pics along the way. Touristy stuff.. main aim was to take pics of this church for my bro called St Edmund the King. whoa... he must be impressed. And guess what the first lane from this church on the left was Nicholas Lane. haha.. took some shots as well! :)




(In case you don't know, my bro's called Edmund and my cousin's called Nicholas, hence my mini excitement.)

Change Alley London Version

Decided to go ahead to Angel, where everyone tells me it's a very nice place with antique shops, bookstores, vintage stores and pubs esp at Camden Passage. Was hungry and ventured into an English pub called Camden Head for fish n chips.. hmm not v nice I thought coz the fish was very "dry".



Explored the shops a bit before feeling lazy once the sun starts to set! Plus it was a chilly day so didn't venture the whole of Upper Street as recommended by Emma. Just decided to take the train back and head to Tesco to get my weekly groceries. Love supermarkets here!!

endless rows of Christmas goodies, aka temptations!

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