I certainly haven’t figured my way around London, but I’m getting there. Tonight I went to the Slow Food Festival at the Southbank center, which was both delicious, and a bit of a bookend to my time in London. I went to the autumn event, same place, just after I got to London, wide-eyed and full of wonder (well, almost).
And so I went back again, but this time as a resident, and a hungry one. My usual ability to procure free food helped, and I ended up with several free venison sausages, and a bunch of bread for two quid. Not a bad night.
