Thank heavens for You Don’t Bring Me Flowers.

It’s true that no one brings me flowers – but frankly I wouldn’t want anyone to deprive me of the privilege, when a visit to this little florist come coffee shop come pretty-things emporium is such an incredible delight.

Prettily miniature in size, ‘Flowers consists of a little window for sitting and gossiping, a marvellous display of beautiful blooms, a counter laden with cakey goodness, some divine little tables towards the back and an upstairs room, complete with tiny terrace. Every single little corner is a dream and a masterpiece – no more can be described, a visit is due.

Sample the best-in-a-very-very-large-radius coffee, nibble the cakes, grab a croissant if you’re an early bird, have a sandwich, sip some soup – heck stay there all day if you have to, I am yet to find something I don’t like about this place. Sigh.