Heroes’ Welcome @ Trafalgar SQ 

Which season do I like the least? I was asking myself while jamming my feet into a pair of UGG boots as I clutched Bella under my arm. Ohhh, winter is coming and how much I am NOT looking forward to it!

Yes, winter does possess some beauties, such as frosty mornings or Christmas illuminations. However, the season does have its shortcomings.
1.Bugs. No, not bumble bees or ladybirds but the bugs which make us sneeze and cough.
2.Icy winds. With a dog in tow, I normally have to do alfresco dining, regardless of the seasons. Unless the eateries are canine-friendly or equipped with outdoor heating lamps, I have to don a big coat and brave the weather.
3. Grit. I appreciate that the salt prevents pavements from being slippery but I am weary of it because it is a chemical afterall and I don’t like my baby’s naked paws touching the stuff.
4. Snow in the city. A blanket of snow does temporarily cover up a multiple of sins littering the streets of London. However, too much of this white stuff causes havoc and paralyses the city every time it materialises. I would rather content myself with looking at an idyllic snowy landscape on a postcard than seeing the real stuff outside window. Especially Bella’s fractured elbow won’t be able to take too much stress for another couple of months, I am asking Mr.Santa a mild and short winter.

Before the weather turned cold and the clock went backward, I took fracture-free Bella to Trafalgar Square for witnessing the triumphant Team GB…

The parade of the previous day at Manchester looked amazing on TV and I thought the occasion might be great for Bella the puppy to experience loud noises and crowds.

Princess Bella’s lightsaver!

She found a piece of twig which was obviously too large for her frame. However, she seemed to be very proud of her find.

Then, very loud marching bands of Grenadier Guards and Coldstream Guards approached towards us…

Bella seemed to be a little perturbed by the sight of them but soon she diverted her attention to the twig she was busy gnawing.

Really? There is no parade today?! To my utter disappointment, I was informed by a steward with a high-visibility vest that there would be no Manchester-style open-top bus parade coming down The Mall. Instead, the athletes would be simply ferried to Buckingham Palace by coach.

We turned our heel to The Mall and headed back to the square…

The event was happening within a fenced area and the admission was limited to ticket holders only. The rest of us had to satisfy ourselves with a giant screen erected in front of the Nelson’s Column. However, the traffic around the square was suspended for the duration of the occasion so the atmosphere was happy and celebratory…

Are you enjoying it too, Bella?

She switched her attention to a flyer for Coca Cola from the twig. I pondered if we should hang around until the event was over and decided against it. Bella was still a tiny pup and I didn’t want her to be squeezed in a crowded carriage.

Oh Bella, why do you have to be holed up inside? This autumn was meant to be your very very first autumn of your life!! I am so sad…(sob)

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Kowloon Bakery @ Chinatown

Contrary to the previous day’s wet weather, yesterday was dry and sunny. The air was crisp  but felt clean. Probably, that stormy rain which cracked the ceiling of the Apollo Theatre also gave a good hosing down to the entire city. I donned my vintage fur coat, hopped on a tube and headed to Leicester Square. My primal destination of the day was Trafalgar Square Post Office. I was there to apply for an international driving permit for my impending trip to Japan. Once the permit was sorted, I set out to the National Portrait Gallery, a stone’s throw from the post office…


I had been wanting to visit the exhibition “Elizabeth & Her People” since I saw the poster in Old Street tube station. Conveniently I was nearby, I thought ‘Why not now?’ So I went in…


No camera was allowed inside the venue, therefore, there is no picture to show in here.
The exhibition was well curated and if you have an appetite for this particular period of Tudor history, it will be well worth paying £12.50. The show’s final day is 5th of January,  so please hurry if you don’t want to miss out.

Whereupon leaving the NPG, I scouted for a place for late lunch. I wandered into the National Gallery next door and browsed the shelves laden with Peyton & Byrne’s sandwiches but didn’t fancy any of them. Then, I remembered a Chinese bakery on Gerrard Street which I hadn’t visited for more than 15 years. Why don’t I check out if it still exists, I thought.
On my way to Chinatown, I decided to pay homage to a Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square…


How does the tree twinkle after dark? I probably have no time to see it this year. Should I take the car for a spin around the square one evening during this weekend?

Kowloon Bakery was one of the oldest bakeries in Chinatown…


I used to take away their roast pork bun and coconut custard bun regularly and ate them as I sauntered around Soho. I also liked their crystal chicken bun – a bun stuffed with chicken & vegetable in clear chicken gravy, so alternated it with a roast pork bun time to time.
Certainly, lots of buns and cakes on display…



The inside appeared very different from the time I used to frequent…


Apart from a small goods lift in its original location, which conveyed trays of buns from the basement kitchen, everything else was sleek and modern. Walls were clad with beige ceramic tiles and tables were no longer Formica topped but neatly decked with timber.
A restaurant which adjoined the bakery used to be a normal eatery – foods to be ordered from the menu, but the present one adopted a buffet style serving.

Another way I used to eat my buns 15 years ago was to order a small bowl of wonton noodle soup at the restaurant and ate them together on the premises.
I asked a staff who was putting my buns in a paper bag if I could eat at the bakery rather than taking it away. A rapid exchange in Chinese ensued between a woman behind the till and the bakery staff. And the cashier said ‘Ok, you can stay’. Normally, all the tables were for buffet diners only but they made an exception for me because it was after 2pm and the place was less busy.
I was ushered to the seat and a cup of English tea was brought to my table shortly.

A roast pork bun…


Mmm… Sadly, the bun I sank my teeth into was not exactly like the one I remembered. The bread was dry and chewy and the filling was not as generous as it used to be.

How about coconut custard bun then…


The filling was the same as before but the problem was again, their dough. The texture I enjoyed 15 years ago was bouncer lighter and more moist even if it was not fresh like just “out of the oven”. Oh well, 15 years was a long time. Even though my trip down the memory lane didn’t turn out as exactly I hoped for, I left the bakery with a certain sense of closure.
Oh how I wished if I revisited them before too long… *SIGH*

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

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