There is a restaurant in Bucharest that my friends told me about on my recent trip to Romania, called Pot Stories. It's a place filled with natural fabrics, thick carpets, an abundance of greenery and ceramics, rough wooden tables, and rope and wicker.
It is the very last week before Christmas, and it’s back to work in earnest, before taking a little time...
. . . and intermingled between work and many cups of coffee, emails and emails, topiaries at garden centres...
. . . and since december began, there have five holiday films and one album on repeat, a mid-week brunch...
. . . the first week of the new year has come and gone and it was filled with new...
