Evening Standard
One of the purest pleasures of long-term London life is the way the city imperceptibly shifts through the eyes of your guests. There really is no sharper reminder of what a romantic, thrilling place you call home as looking at London vicariously anew, through a visitor’s gaze. My visitor’s gaze was set in sharp relief last week while entertaining an old friend and her 16-year-old daughter, incoming from the Outer Hebrides, about as useful a polarity to the sashay of London’s appealingly arrogant bounce as Britain can throw at you.