South Kensington French Christmas Market

Pushing and shoving each other up the stairs, The Boyfriend and I raced the escalator at a busy, Christmassy, South Kensington tube station. Outside, it had been dark all morning, heavy rain was falling and I'd wrapped up warm in my new tartan coat. Dodging the shopping bags, we burst through the barriers and into the damp shopping parade that tops the station. Always one for free handouts, I took a leaflet from a well positioned lady at the exit. Reaching the archway that separated the covered shops from a dismal torrent of grey, we stopped to look at the A to Z. I glanced down at the leaflet in my hand and out at the rain. For once, the leaflet detailed ...  Read the complete review