We followed one of those twisted routes when you change course according to the clouds, the green patches and the hordes of people in shades soaking up the sun. That’s how we ended up in St Luke’s Gardens. Again. We talked about Dickens (he got married in the adjacent church), ate oat biscuits and played with a Bichon Frisé.
Tip: If it’s sunny and you’re walking through Chelsea for the first time, don’t miss St Luke’s Gardens. You’ll keep going back for more. Sweet colorful must.