Spring in London Town, Part 3: Chelsea & Saying Goodbye

Chelsea is undoubtedly one of my most favourite parts of London to explore, especially on a sunny day in the spring. The ivy-lined streets and cobbled mews awaken the Anglophile inside of me, causing very blatant romanticism and nostalgia to appear in my photographs. But, that's the thing about the residential streets of Chelsea. If you take away the contemporary cars and modern clothing, you are very easily transported back to another time. For me, in my own mind, that has always been the 1950s and 60s. To me, this was Chelsea's hey-day, so to speak. The district, dubbed as the 'borough of artists,' was home to musicians, poets, painters, designers and photographers alike. All working with and simultaneously against one another in friendly competition; painting the era we know now as the Swinging Sixties. Today, you are more likely to see those high in the rankings of the financial district, or washed out pop stars, living in this area. 


On my last day in London (on this particular trip), Pete and I went for a wander through the vibrant streets of Chelsea, chatting and enjoying each other's company. Taking the day in slowly, we wondered together about what the area might have been like long ago. Long before either of us were even a thought. This is something I love about Pete, not only our capacity to share wonderful conversations, but his ability to dream about places and other times alongside me. He also looks great in a smart shirt and sunnies (ref. below). A stylish one, indeed.

It's funny how these nostalgic spots of London creep up on you, too. The scene above launched to Instagram fame this spring, being documented and found by flocks of seasoned Instagrammers and bloggers. Understandably so, too! It really is a gorgeous sight. Though, much of London is relatively easy on the eyes. Knowing the vastness of London, I never painstakingly search for these spots, trusting that I'll find them one day - or maybe even better ones along the way. But, sure enough, the best things are found when you're not searching for them. Including the lush doorway below (mere metres from the sky-blue Clubman above).

After a long day of walking through London's prickling heat, gawking at picturesque doorways and sports cars, Pete and I stopped to enjoy a few drinks on the patio of a quaint residential pub before catching the Tube home. We sat for a few hours, chatting and laughing as the sun began to dip - being with each other and savouring every moment before I sadly left London the next day. On the last day you're always in a state of denial; a false sense of security that nearly ensures you will be staying forever comes over you. Thankfully, that will be the case one day, that false sense will be finally true. But, for now, it always hurts to leave - like your heart is going to burst with profound feelings of love and longing. However, London is currently calling, and I will be back so, so soon. Until then, I will be reflecting on the precious memories made this past trip, and the many trips before it.