Maya's POV
Saturday mornings in London held a special charm that weekdays couldn't match. The relentless urgency that defined Monday through Friday melted away into something gentler. Pedestrians strolled rather than hurried, lovers lingered over steaming mugs at outdoor cafes despite the chill, and the entire city seemed to exhale with relief.
I figured it was the ideal time to finally explore the legendary Portobello Road Market in Notting Hill.
Felicity had been pestering me about it for weeks, particularly the antiques area. She claimed it was "a goldmine where you could discover everything from vintage vinyl to estate jewelry."
