Sharon Feinstein

Two young Americans came to stay last night and we went to dinner in Marylebone, and then took the hood down on my convertible and drove along the river, an orange half-moon, the National Theatre glowing sapphire blue and pink, the Houses of Parliament glinting gold in the distance. I suddenly felt very proud of this city, which always looks better after a glass of red wine and good food of course, but it was a lovely balmy night and the boys learnt about London through Dickens and were really enjoying it. Wimbledon’s on, the weather’s terrific, pubs are full and restaurants bursting onto the pavements.
Who needs the bloomin’ Riviera when you can hang out in London. It took my breath away seeing the dome of St Pauls in the distance, largest cathedral in England, and so majestic as we turned back to drive home to Islington. Lovely boys, great night, proud city. And I’d almost forgotten that side of life sitting in front of the computer every day. Sometimes it takes people from outside to show you what’s all around you.