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The Yellow Door of St. Luke's Mews - Little Observationist
Notting Hill on a sunny Summer Saturday is overwhelming. I’ve spent many hours jam packed between bodies of tourists crawling down Portobello Road, queueing at crepe stands and browsing tables of vintage plates. It’s a must when you first visit London (and full of characters worth some time spent people watching), but when you’ve been there, done that in the midst of the chaos, mid-week visits – or even Sundays – are much more civilised. When Jorge asked what I wanted to do Sunday last week, I consulted my the handy lists I always keep on my phone. One is a compilation of restaurant, cafe, pub and cocktail bar recommendations. The other is random stuff I want to see before I one day move on from this city. I occasionally jot down places or objects I want to photograph, quirky stuff I’ve spotted in Flickr feeds or magazines or that someone just mentioned in passing. For a while, the list has said: “St. Luke’s Mews, Notting Hill, yellow door.” While I couldn’t remember exactly what said yellow door looked like, I knew I’d have to go find it eventually. Nothing makes my lists unless it is (to me anyway) worth seeking out. …