It was such a remarkably beautiful morning this morning - achingly crystal clear blue skies and autumn leaves finally showing -that the mad russian suggested we have a pad around before heading off for lunch.
Like tourists in our own city, we wandered aimlessly rediscovering nooks and crannies while the city still slept until finally we ended up at Magma on Clerkenwell Road. A strange and unique bookshop that celebrates the best of here and now - the quirky, innovative, creative, bizarre and green. The Lawrieovski radar picked up on a copy of the off-green and stylish mag called Lunch which we hungrily devoured.
And very tasty it was too.
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