The short walk from Sloane Square tube station to Pimlico Road was a revelation alone. Christmas trees adorned shop lintels, harpists gently plucked carols whilst raising money for charity, chestnuts were being roasted over flame (I didn't actually realise this was a thing in real life), a small choir sang on a pub corner and the smell of mulled wine from a local business hung beautifully in the air.
I made my way past the decadent gourmet offerings in the Pimlico Road Farmers Market in Orange Square, almost within smelling distance of the freshly brewed coffee awaiting me. Oh, and did I mention the group of lads running only in Santa hats and their undies for a charity collection? It was certainly a surprise...
Pausing to take an instagram story of the raised kale gardens around the square #onlyinBelgravia, I soon spotted my brunching friends coziest up by the beautifully dressed Christmas tree, flat whites in hand. (Spoiler: it was lovely - I'll write the brunch up properly soon.)
Once we'd caught up and enjoyed their brunch menu, I lured Mr Kiwi to join me for a wander along the busy Chelsea pavements. We wandered through the Duke of York Square weekend market, filled with all kinds of temptations..
...before settling on defrosting in Partridges for a Chai Latte and a slice of Pecan Pie from their desserts fridge.
Being lured up towards Pavilion Road by the jolly sound of uptempo singers and the clipclop of actual Sloanie Ponies we realised that the Chelsea Christmas festival was in full swing.
Unable to resist a free horse and carriage ride our cheeky were rosy and our grins were wide.
Wandering and mentally beginning to tick off some of our present buying list (Mr Kiwi actually ducking into a shop and then declaring I mustn't look once we got home) we simply soaked in the atmosphere that Santa would have been proud of.