This weekend's itinerary: a new coffee place, the antique bookstores in Cecil Court, the Wallace Collection, cream tea, and Daunt Books. So yeah, I'd say so.
Another highlight of this weekend: I found myself with time to spare in Soho Square, so I sat on a bench and watched some very intense ping pong being played. It's really fun to watch, maybe even more so than tennis. Perhaps it's the scale, which speeds up the game, or just watching grown men smash a tiny plastic ball at each other. It was also a nice respite from the tourist-packed streets of Covent Garden/the Strand (my nearby 'neighborhoods'). I had made myself go wander without a particular destination beyond getting outside those areas. I'm so used to planning and walking with purpose that it's hard to actually slow down and meander. Still, I know I'll never walk as slowly as those TOURISTS TAKING UP THE WHOLE SIDEWALK.
The rain has finally set in, though lightly. Outside my window the sky is nothing but grey, but it's making me perversely happy. I'll let you know how long that feeling lasts.