If Cities Could Speak

Photo by  Umesh Gopinath  on  Unsplash I’ve always said I’d like to have a holiday at home, frittering away my precious annual leave on a week of curling up on the sofa with a good book, pottering around the house and repotting my overgrown aloe.  In what should have been the run up to my trip to Morocco, I debated whether to cut my losses and cancel my days off or to finally take that trip of a lifetime to my living room.  I opted for the latter. 10 glorious days of uninterrupted peace in my East London flat.  If you’re faced with an impromptu staycation too, perhaps you’ll find some ideas here. And if nothing else, another two minutes of lockdown will be over by the time you finish reading. Food Eating is usually a huge part of my holidays – hunting down the nearest bakery in the vicinity for my morning pastries, overindulging in pretty much any local treat (usually cheese), and getting that familiar warm feeling from the first sip of...