I went to the Notting Hill Carnival on Sunday.
“All it is is just people walking around the streets and following the herd, eating jerk chicken and drinking Red Stripe,” my boss said. “But you have to go. It’s an experience.”
It truly was.
You see, my boss has lived in Notting Hill since the 70s. She loves it – she’s very proud of the area, and loves that so many people come to NH for the carnival every year. Even though she says she often steers clear of the whole thing.
My friends and I (James, Jeremy, Daniel and Yasmin) all met at The Windsor Castle pub in Notting Hill on Sunday, to start the day off with food and a few beers. We also wanted to avoid the crowds before we absolutely had to face them. The Windsor Castle is a gorgeous old pub on Camden Hill Road…
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