WHEN we were planning the move to London, and everyone was warning us about insane rents, I did actually say at one point, “Well, it’s not like we’re going to live in Kensington or anything.”
Then, through an astounding turn of luck, we found a fabulous garden flat two blocks from my work, that just happens to be in — you guessed it — West Kensington. We’re sandwiched between Brook Green and Kensington proper, in a neighborhood that aspires to be Kensington but doesn’t quite make it. Thus, Pretensington.
But it’s trying hard. Seriously, at The Bird in Hand, our ‘local,’ you couldn’t find bangers and mash or a steak and kidney pie to save your life, but the pizza comes with truffle oil and porcinis. Ridonkadonk.
But that two block walk to work? Pretty damn awesome. And what a gorgeous spot, too.