Tops from Taiwanese markets, Miss Selfridge coat, Topshop shorts, Mango boots
Last night we headed towards Shoreditch for a Mexican feast at Boho Mexica. Although the fare could never match my favourite Southern Californian variety, I was very enticed by the notion of tapas. Tiny portions of soft tacos, tostadas, enchiladas, and tamales is far more appealing than a huge overbearing plate of cheese. The boy and I managed six “tapas” and fulfilled our curious stomachs by sampling most of what we craved. The margaritas held perfect notes of citrus and sweet, and the ambience was aptly bohemian. Definitely satisfying for a Tuesday night.
