Summer In Marylebone: London's Last Village
Tumbling into the treacherous bus lane once again, I found myself seriously questioning my sanity. Did I really expect to find a 'village staycation' in W1? The traffic was deafening, the crowds relentless and for all of the pomp and pride of the gigantic Union Jacks patriotically billowing overhead, I was rapidly losing faith in finding village vibes around the corner. Eschewing Oxford Street's hubbub, I slipped into Marylebone Lane, where the pace took on a nonchalant mooch and the brash Coronation show which preceded it, was replaced by a modest garland of tiny flags, zig-zag...