My first day in London I scooped my cousin Finn out of work early and we took ourselves to the beautifully archaic London Borough Market, a unique corner of the capital which is also one of London's oldest marketplaces.
Walking in to the market is like stepping into a time capsule and each stall is beautifully arranged with seasonal, gourmet fare.
It's a one stop shop for foodies, traders, restauranteurs and cafe owners to source delicious artisan cheeses, bread, meats, pastries, wine and every tasty morsel under the sun.
We spent a few golden hours wandering through the market, fingering goose eggs, sampling cheeses and chutneys and hot tea brewed up right in front of us.
We lunched on pancetta with mozzarella and tomatoes out in the afternoon sun surrounded by the bustle of tourists and baby strollers and the smell of fresh chorizo.
My favorite stalls were the ones laden with beautifully packaged tea leaves and the fabulous meat and game pies. I scooped up some organic chai tea and a wedge of goats cheese salami which may or may not reside in my belly now.
If you ever find yourself in Southwark on a lazy Friday afternoon this is the place to be.
We ended the day with a trip to the Cortauld museum on the Strand for a viewing of the Picasso exhibition.
I was quite taken with his early pieces showing bawdy can-can dancers and absinthe drinking patrons of early twentieth century Parisian cafes.
It was a day of good food and culture and stepping back in time to old Paris and London.
What more do you need from an afternoon?