Fighting in the dark with my boxing gloves by the iconic English brand named after the 7th Earl of Lonsdale, during an evening solo training session in Krav Maga (קְרַב מַגָּע), the Israeli self-defence system.
A boxing glove with Lonsdale branding resting against a punching bag.
With the lively Covent Garden vibe in the background, we went for a hazy golden beer, a fruity IPA, one of those modern craft brews that perfectly matched the atmosphere of a London pub on a sunny day, like this.
A man and woman posing outside a café with drinks.
Meeting with my hero, Tintin. I grew up with The Adventures of Tintin, the timeless masterpiece created by Hergé, stories that sparked my curiosity and fueled my imagination. At the heart of it all, among the many treasures, stands the true centerpiece: the legendary red-and-white checkered rocket. First launched in Destination Moon (Objectif Lune) and carried further in Explorers on the Moon.
Tintin figurines and a red rocket model in a display case.
It’s a kind of magic every time at Sweetings, right in the heart of London’s financial district.
The atmosphere is unapologetically old-school: polished wooden counters, high-ceilinged Edwardian interiors, and a timeless charm. There are no reservations — instead, a lively waiting circle forms in the middle of the restaurant. Yet as the waiters arrive with pints of Guinness and crisp Sancerre, the pause becomes part of the ritual… a kind of magic.
At Saint James’s Street in London for an aperitif before dinner, under the gaze of Mary II, Queen of England, Scotland, and Ireland. Her joint reign with King William over Britain is remembered as that of William and Mary.
A couple seated in front of a portrait of Mary II.