I was wandering the lovely back streets of Greenwich last week, past the theater and the fan museum (both marvellous, and I found myself in Royal Hill. I looked to see if the building that used to be home to The Cheese Shop, a business that used to be run by a lovely guy I met on a plane coming back from Zakynthos in the late 1980s, was still there. The terrace of shops hasn't changed much, I think his shop was one of these next to the butcher. I continued up the street, admiring all the lovely ...
