This trip I was filled with the spirit of Christmas,
and knew exactly where I wanted to be.
I headed for the Chelsea Farmers Market.
http://www.ukattraction.com/london/chelsea-farmers-market.htm
This is a beautiful place to be most any time of the year,
but during Christmas, it is enchanted!
The Market Place Restaurant, is a lovely, cool oasis in summertime.
http://www.marketplacerest.com/
In winter, it becomes a warm cozy retreat,
snuggling blankets on the chairs, and serving warm mulled wine!
I ordered a delicious light meal of mushrooms sauteed with garlic in a light cream sauce over a slice of brioche........and, of course, some mulled wine.
Later I wandered through the conservatory
and the garden shop,
which was alight with Christmas color.
including El Gaucho and the Monkey Bar.
http://www.elgaucho.co.uk/restaurants.htm
I stopped for a while to flirt with the snowmen.
It was getting dark by now, and I had been awake for over 24 hours. I took the bus back to Gloucester Road and headed to my hotel.
I slept well, while visions of sugar plums danced in my head. Maybe it was the mulled wine.
I headed for the Chelsea Farmers Market.
http://www.ukattraction.com/london/chelsea-farmers-market.htm
This is a beautiful place to be most any time of the year,
but during Christmas, it is enchanted!
The Market Place Restaurant, is a lovely, cool oasis in summertime.
http://www.marketplacerest.com/
In winter, it becomes a warm cozy retreat,
with a roaring fire in the center,
snuggling blankets on the chairs, and serving warm mulled wine!
Later I wandered through the conservatory
and the garden shop,
which was alight with Christmas color.
I walked thru several shops and past a few more restaurants in the marketplace,
including El Gaucho and the Monkey Bar.
http://www.elgaucho.co.uk/restaurants.htm
I stopped for a while to flirt with the snowmen.
It was getting dark by now, and I had been awake for over 24 hours. I took the bus back to Gloucester Road and headed to my hotel.
I slept well, while visions of sugar plums danced in my head. Maybe it was the mulled wine.
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