The British High Street

There's something about a British high street that can lift any mood.
At least our high street can.
It's always a bustle of people. Hurrying along, in and out of the many cute little shops, picking up dinner, dry cleaning, flowers, going to and from work -- it's always full of folks.
And colorful.
A lot of restaurants, cafes and bars have tables outside -- and it's not like they give up on it in the winter.
Far from it.
Brits still sit outside whenever they can. In Italy, they've long brought the tables in.
Here, they've just put the outside heaters on overhead.
I'm wondering how long the restaurant and cafe tables will stay out. All winter? Nobody seems to have brought theirs in yet. And we've had gales blowing a couple days.
Anyway, besides the tables, there's always the fresh fruit and veg shops and stands that always display their bounty beautifully in baskets outside. With big bunches of fresh flowers nearby.
The high street just goes on for miles.
London is just one high street after another, linked together, one little village after the other.
Ours is really cute. We have a lot of adorable shops (expensive though usually). I notice a different one every time I walk down it. Lots of chain stores and restaurants too, but cute nevertheless.
This afternoon I walked to a Thai grocery store about a mile away that sells all Asian produce. I've found yummy Chinese dumplings there that you can steam at home.
Picked up some of those.
I love that you can get everything you want just right outside on the high street. Convenient too, since don't have a car anymore.
So, had a lovely long walk. It's all flat around here, which helps.
Million people out. All doing their thing.
Makes you feel part of things.