Maison Blanc

One of the many things I adore about London is the quality of the food and the atmosphere in which it is served.  Everywhere you go can be found a relaxing cafe, a bustling restaurant, or a romantic late night dessert hang-out.  As I write this, I am sitting in a charming little French cafe in St John’s Wood.  Decorated throughout in pink and white, I am enjoying a melt-in-your-mouth chocolate brownie that reinforces your belief in the existence of a higher power.  The room is filled with quiet conversation, the chinking of tea cups, and soul-soothing French music which transports you several hundred miles away to the banks of the Seine.

To my left sits a well-spoken English couple, sharing stories of their recent past and complaining about absent children.  A timely reminder that, I too, am oftentimes a neglectful child to my own mother.  Across the room, a businessman takes a break from his hectic day to indulge in a cup of England’s finest Earl Grey and read a newspaper from yesterday that was out of date even before it was printed.  And in the far corner sits a young lady, completely absorbed in her phone, seemingly unappreciative of the magical environmental in which she has placed herself.  As for me, I have found a quiet corner of London to escape from the world and explore my creative side.  You can travel a long way to find peace in this world.  Today I found it at Maison Blanc.