Weekend in Norwich

Finally I made some effort and bought tickets to Norwich to visit our family friends. Veronika is a translator of Russian poetry and her charming husband Michael is an architect. Good for her I tell you because their house is the prettiest thing I've ever seen! It literally smells of Dickens and everything English. The stove in the kitchen is from Victorian times (a wood-burning one) and of course there was a secret room in the house which Michael discovered and redesigned into a dining room.

The garden is pretty much the size of Vatican, there's just no end to it. Ivy is growing EVERYWHERE -  trees, stairs, the house. It's very romantic but also kind of creepy because you  start thinking that maybe Miss Havisham is hiding somewhere in her old wedding dress.

I think my favourite part of the house was the kitchen (i mean VICTORIAN OVEN, commmmon) and Michael's studio. Michael is actually around 80, though he looks more like a 50-year-old Sherlock Holmes. His studio is soooo old school, all of the equipment looked like from the 90s with lots of TV screens hanging from walls, which made it look more like some spy command centre (...and maybe it is, always beware of the Russian wife LOL). 

And of course i had to have a PINK sink in my room, no surprises here.