Sleep

My elegant wife and her flower crown

Zola & Roscoe

I named Zola after Emile Zola. At the time of naming him I had recently read Zola's L'assommoir which captured my imagination -- the pathos and brutality of its characters' lives resonated with me somehow, but the main reason I loved the novel was simply the brilliant storytelling. 

Roscoe was named after a song by the band, Midlake, which I listened to on loop for the better part of a year. The song similarly harks back to the past and evokes a kind of sadness...  Yet, in spite of their somewhat sombre names, Roscoe and Zola are for me symbols of possibly the happiest period of my life so far.

Moments from my day

My elegant wife, Jardin des Tuileries, Paris

Paris: Hotel Regina

My elegant wife, Borough Market

Shamefully, I had never visited Borough Market in my adult life in spite of being a (not quite born but raised) Londoner. On Saturday my wife and I were finally able to cross this off our list. 

As always, my wife was looking as stylish and elegant as ever and I couldn't resist taking yet another photo of her.

Borough Market bustled with artisanal food aficionados and curious tourists. We did a full lap around the market to get our bearings before deciding to purchase some delicious feta cheese and fig relish from Neal's Yard Dairy; we then embarked on our usual Saturday morning routine of finding the best sweet treat available (a fist size mince pie on this occasion, also from Neal's Yard Dairy - nice but not amazing) and some decent caffein pick-me-ups from Monmouth Coffee. 

As nice as Borough Market is, Maltby Street Market, located a stone's throw away, definitely has the edge, simply in terms of it having a similar high quality level of street food available, coupled with it's off-the-beaten-track location and the fact that swathes of tourists haven't yet descended upon it.