After a long series of photos in front of the Westminster Hall and Big Ben clock tower, my godmother takes me to a restaurant nearby. The place is almost deserted at this hour and besides nobody comes to welcome us, which surprises me. That leaves me a few seconds to admire the room. With a vault in old stones, a section of wall housing dozens of bottles of wine, old mirrors as paintings, candlesticks and fresh flowers on each table, the setting is charming and romantic, the ideal place to dine with a lover. As a first experience, I couldn’t have hoped for a better place, but I will only be able to certify it when my stomach is full.
I’m going to surprise you again, but I’ve never eaten at a restaurant. My mother always said it was an unnecessary expense. “What’s the point of throwing mon
