On to gay Paris

We spent our last day in London searching for a decent coffee. We had read that the best coffee to be found in London was at Monmouth Coffee Company.

"They" weren't wrong. A short trek through Covent Garden and we soon found a "hole in the wall" tiny little coffee shop with a queue stretching out the shop and into the street full of London commuters trying to get a good coffee before work would start.

 We managed to grab one of the few tables with Cecile, a fashion designer from Spain. She was in London shopping and researching before going back to her job in China via Berlin and Spain. Which was nice.
We chatted with Cecile over coffee and pastries for a while I was drinking the best coffee I had had in a while, perhaps ever.

This little coffee shop in Covent Garden served me two smooth, strong, well roasted coffees. Spectacular. Pay it a visit if you are in London and like coffee. You won't be dissapointed.

Once we had our coffee we were fit to continue the day, shopping. I managed to spend a fotune on Judge Dredd comics in Forbidden Planet and Nicola , well unfortunately we ran out of time and had to catch our Eurostar train to Paris. Never mind, maybe Nicola can shop next time? Maybe.

Two hours and fifteen minutes later we were in Paris. Amazing. Suddenly it's all oui oui , non non, and por favor...