I seem to find myself walking through the paint-coated Leake Street graffiti tunnel at least once a week lately to meet a different friend for what can certainly compete as London’s best hot Spanish-style chocolate at Scootercaffe. (If you know somewhere that beats it, leave it in the comments! Paul, I know, is awesome, but it’s a chain, so it doesn’t count. Because I said so.)
In a city with hundreds of cafes, I really shouldn’t keep going back, but it’s a place I return to time and again. I can’t help it. There’s just something about the dim basement with it’s haphazardly strung white lights that crisscross the ceiling and its stripped brick walls and 1920’s music. It has quirky, cluttered decor, trinkets of retro-fabulousness. It has live music. It has a garden that you can enter by climbing through a window. It has free wi-fi. It has VHS movie nights. It has candlelight. It has board games. It has cocktails. And, most importantly, it has cats.
You can find this little heaven of a cafe on 132 Lower Marsh, Lambeth, London SE1 7AE. But keep it a little bit hush hush. I still want to be able to find a seat next time I go.
Now your turn. Tell me about your favourite cafes in London please!
If getting the laundry done was on your list of New Year’s resolutions, here’s a good shot for you from Buckaroo Kid. It was taken down on The Cut in Waterloo. Gotta love the tie at the laundrette. Everything else must have been dirty?
If you’ve got any good London shop front photos, add them to the Flickr pool for a chance to be featured here one of these days!
Buckaroo Kid captured this lovely, happy circus performer hanging out in Waterloo. Have a smile on a Tuesday. Or a delicious eggnog latte in a red Christmas Starbucks cup like me… (it tastes like warm melted ice cream!)
Captured any little London moments that make you happy? Add your photos of London life to the Flickr pool.
If you missed the latest Lazarides exhibition inside the Old Vic Tunnels underneath Waterlook station like I did, Iris Jones captured a few photos of the creepiness and gore that was meant to represent Dante’s Inferno.
According to Iris Jones, “You can still hear trains and everything smells of damp cave.”
“There are floating gold ships and walls of fire and suns made of hypodermic needles and pigeon wings,” she said.
If you’ve been to an unusual London event and got some good snaps to share, add em to the LLO Flickr pool.
Occasionally I wander down through the Leake Street tunnel to scope out everchanging canvas of the walls. Here’s a few photos of what it looks like right now and a few of the artists at work who let me take their photos.