Friday we met my parents in Spitalfields, at Ottolenghi's restaurant. Mum had been wanting to visit for several years, and it only took one mouthful to know why.

The waitress was unusually excited to hear my choices, and told me it was very nice to meet a "fellow vegan". I ended up with a plate of sweet potato fritters, chilli charcoal broccoli, and roast aubergine with pomegranate. They had one of the best displays of dessert I've seen, but only one fresh vegan option; a tangerine and pistachio cake. Yes please!

With full bellies, we walked my parents back to the station, and carried on to a very average art exhibition by Faisal Abdu’Allah. The photo tapestries were thought provoking; "The Last Supper" inviting a conversation around violence, history, and culture. The gold plated barber's chair and razor reminded me of Jeff Koons, and felt more like a copycat work, several decades on.

London architecture is always surprising. Turn a corner, and there's a new perspective, reflection, or sculpture. It's full of shiny glass buildings, centuries-old remnants, and narrow alleys that lead to secret places. Robin pointed out two old trains sitting atop a building, which are used as temporary offices for let.

I love the age of the city, the artistry, and its unpredictability - especially the weather - to which I'm still adjusting.