Our final day, we slowed down and took on the role of the flaneur. Which is just a fancier way of saying wandering aimlessly, i.e. being a tourist. After a lie-in and a leisurely breakfast, we headed towards another recommendation: The Secret Garden.
Living in London, there isn't a shortage of places you can go for brunch. In fact, there are so many options that it feels silly to go to the same place twice... unless there's a valid reason to return. I'm a commitment-phobe bruncher, but Brother Marcus might have converted me.
