The sky is as blue as Papa Smurf’s chest, the graffiti above Sam’s Widges looks like it’s been touched (up) by the hand of God, and ladies up and down the Kentish Town Road are baring a pale leg. Blink and you could be in Barcelona.
Oh, and – it may just be me – but doesn’t Rios look tempting? Maybe we’ll see you in there for a dip later.
(Does anyone have any stories about Rio’s by the way? If so, get in touch.)