It’s 10.30 on a Saturday morning and it’s pitch black. A cold breeze hits us as we leave our hotel, and the roads are still quite empty. It is the weekend after all. Empty booze …
An Italian in London… cooking, eating and sightseeing
It’s 10.30 on a Saturday morning and it’s pitch black. A cold breeze hits us as we leave our hotel, and the roads are still quite empty. It is the weekend after all. Empty booze …