Takin' the heat
There's definitely a memory in your bones that recognizes the climate you grew up in and re-adjusts faster than you'd expect. We hit (feels like) 38°C on Friday and surprisingly, we weren't complaining one bit.
We are hippies
Mind you we've still got one major destination to check (Covent Garden Market), but it's pretty safe to say that finding fresh, local, or even just plain old organic food is going to be a challenge. Living on the west coast fully spoiled us with fresh local food at a variety of places: farmers 'markets, chain grocers, heck - even the variety store.
Apparently "local" means "local vendor" not necessarily local "food." Even more confusing: "farmers' market" denotes a market where a bunch of people sell food from (most likely) the same mega-farm(s) down in California.
If you, or someone you love lives in London and can tip us off to some good grub, please put them in touch.
Also, these markets are also usually synonymous with "flea markets" - which could also be called "junk markets" or "heaps and heaps of cheap crap markets."
In other news:
Did I mention this weather is awesome? Hil and I are stoked to host our first bbq's tonight and tomorrow night. All outside, all the time.
And with that, time to head out. Later dudes.