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Chelsea Physic Garden: A Lush London Oasis
Sundays are meant to be slow days, un-rushed, a bit lazy. The best ones leave room for spontaneous plans. Like visits to The Chelsea Physic Garden. One Sunday, Jorge’s working weekend, I set off to Paul for my morning English breakfast tea with one sugar and a splash of milk. There’s something about a having a little morning habit to look forward to that starts the day off right. The sky was bright blue by 8am with a few wispy clouds and plenty of plane trails heading to and from Heathrow. The park was welcoming but still quiet, flowers swaying under early sun rays in a slight Summer breeze. I had the whole day ahead for some quality me time. I thought I’d take a walk, wander through the back streets off of King’s Road, staying between the high street that was still empty of shoppers and the busy embankment of the River. There were some signs of life: A few families piling into their expensive cars, dressed for church. A man and boy sitting outside of a hidden synagogue. An elderly lady pushing her walker with a cigarette in one hand, immaculately dressed. A guy about the same age as me sitting …