People say there are two things one shouldn’t do in London: go out without an umbrella and go to the touristic Portobello market on a Friday. And although I am willing to believe the first statement, the second one tickled my curiosity. In a place where Julia Roberts was book scouting while falling in love (or the other way round), I was sure something should be happening at Notting Hill even on such an unpopular week day. Neither wind, nor rain could stop me from exploring the market, which – as it turns out – is much more enjoyable on a Friday when tourists are not all over the place. And the locals seem to be well aware of this. Umbrella in hand, feeling like a true Londoner I went on searching the famous bookshop. And all roads may lead to Rome everywhere else, but in Notting Hill they all lead to that small cuddled in a corner bookshop where ‘a girl (was) standing in front of a boy asking him to love her’ .
PS. If you have a paparazzi shot in front of the blue door on your Notting Hill to-do list, you should know that the door is already gone. But no worries, you can always pose in front of any of other blue doors around and noone will ever be able to tell the difference. (This will be our little secret!)