Courtesy of Eric's company, we are living in a sweet (albeit noisy) flat in Shoreditch. Here is the tour: First, we walk through the secure entrance (don't worry grandmothers) up the stairs or up the elevator where we come out here:
When you walk in, to the left, there is the living room with the exciting view of the city our our windows.
The kitchen and breakfast bar where we eat most of our meals. (I will be blogging everything from that seat on the left.) Right under the counter, is the freezer. On the other side of the counter is the fridge, which is obviously tiny. The kitchen is fairly nice, but I am going to have to learn what 350 degrees Fahrenheit is in Celsius.
Down that hall is the guest bedroom...
With the bathroom connected.
And finally, our night time view from the window (more pictures in the light to come).
Eric and I are going out to eat tonight, and heading out to Borough Market (not open all week, but supposedly awesome) tomorrow. More on how to cope without the American conveniences later.