As someone who lives within an hour from London, it is shameful the little of the city that I have explored. So this summer I am making it a goal of mine to wander into London more often and explore the beautiful and quirky places to eat, drink and dance (the holy grail) around the city.

First stop, the picture-perfect streets of Notting Hill. In no particular direction we headed down the quieter streets branching out from the hustle and bustle of Portobello market towards the tall, washed pastel townhouses, all sitting pretty like a page in a real life pop-up book. The string of sugar townhouses brightening up the grey London skyline, all framed perfectly with black iron railings and overgrown pink blossoms. So, of course the game of ‘pick your dream house’ began. Mine being a pink pastel house with a black door and creeping blooms (swoon). We even discovered the perfect blue pastel home with a duck egg coloured classic car out front. So yes, spoiler alert – the picture of Jenna opening her car door in front of her house in Notting Hill is in fact, all theatre.

We spent the afternoon swooning over the blush pink doors and celeb spotting. We even sighted Leonardo DiCaprio. That, or a man with a beard, sunglasses and a hat. Which, if we’re being honest with ourselves is exactly what Leo would be wearing in Notting Hill. We then went seeking trinkets and treasures and more importantly, food in Portobello market. As a newcomer the market shops were something from the beginning of a film. You know, where a curious stranger picks up a haunted Aztec treasure and then something dramatic happens. Neither myself nor Jenna disappeared into a puff of smoke nor have we been indefinitely cursed, however we did find some quirky finds like some beautiful old snake charmer cases and some vintage Dior jewellery. So that’s cool.

We decided to stop for lunch at a little Italian pizza joint that drew us in with the classic car in the window displaying a boot full of freshly made mouth-watering pizza. We then wandered in the direction of Covent Garden where we discovered a ball pit in a shoe shop (obviously) before sneaking a peak at the chandeliers, macaroons and flowers at the glistening Savoy Hotel, and topping the day off with a pink cocktail at Radio Rooftop bar. Perfect.

So tell me, have you spied your dream house in Nottinghill? Or is it just me?