Yesterday, John and I celebrated our eight-year anniversary by going house hunting. On our way back from Greenwich, we stopped in for some tea and cake at this cafe, housed in a disused 1960's South East train carriage and part of The Deptford Project in South East London.
Here's the inside:
And a shot from above of our cake and dominoes game:
Sadly, the cake was dire (the icing seemed to be made entirely of cream cheese and hardly any icing sugar, and the cake itself was gooey and stodgy), but the staff was friendly and the cafe itself seemed like a terrific place to spend a couple of hours reading, sitting, and chatting away.
And though I found my dream home (which would set us back, oh, about a cool £2m) in Greenwich proper (on a street named "Royal Hill" no less) I can see why places like New Cross, Deptford, and Peckham would be authentically "cool" places to live - without the try-hard aspect that Dalston and much of East London seem to have.
Meanwhile, if there's a generous benefactor out there who would like to help me out with that house on Royal Hill ... you know where to reach me.
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