I Camisa & Son, Old Compton Street, London

Ever since visiting Naples a LONG time ago, I've devotedly bought Kimbo coffee from I Camisa & Son, the best Italian deli in London

Roselyne Bosch's La Rafle aka The Round Up

After watching Roselyne Bosch's incredible film La Rafle aka The Round Up at the weekend, about the Vél’ d’hiv mass arrests of 13,000 Jews in and around Paris, by French authorities on Nazi orders, over July 16th and 17th 1942, (a film which moved me repeatedly to tears), I dug out various photographs I took in the Memorial des Enfants at the Memorial de la Shoah museum in Paris. None of these Jewish children in France survived being deported during the Nazi Occupation.

Visiting Unité d'habitation (Cité Radieuse)

Following on from visiting Le Corbusier's Le Cabanon in Rocquebrune the previous year, when I spent Christmas in an apartment in Nice, it was great last week to make a pilgrimage to his legendary (built 1947-1952) building Unité d'habitation (Cité Radieuse) in Marseille. It's amazing to see in person: its incredible influence everywhere since: Goldfinger's Trellick Tower in Notting Hill and around the corner from where i live, in Paddington, Lubetkin's Hallfield Estate, are totally based on this same 'everything you ever need in one place, where you live' concept. The Le Corbusier, once dubbed "La Maison du Fada" (the madman's house) is quite run down today and has a hotel on one floor.

The colours outside and inside are fantastic

I was struck by the differing materials, especially the beautiful wood

And I loved the attention to fascinating detail for instance these classical almost Roman looking lights

and amazing Deco-inspired staircase handrails

The ultimate was the rooftop pool and the views over Marseille and to the sea

Marseille

Well I was wary of Marseille, based on reports from various people who had visited at various times. Some had been in the 60s and 70s and described it as a classic port city in which you seriously watch your back. Others who'd been more recently including a French family who bought a house there and left London to live in it, said it had changed a lot from its stereotype and that it was laid-back and charming in a scruffy way. We drove around Marseille by accident, after getting lost from Marseille Provence airport heading to Cassis - it seemed leafy and faded in a grand way - and the port itself was pretty.

Then we went back by train from Cassis a few days later, arriving at Gare St Charles. When you walk out of the station, you get this great view, like up at Sacre Coeur in Paris

After that we headed straight towards Le Panier, the old charming pastel washed tiny alley sized street neighborhood which slopes up from the port. The Nazis dynamited half of it. But what was left we wanted to visit. Just before we reached the steep steps to get up to its highest point (an entrance in if you like), I saw a building I'd love to live in

Le Panier turned out to be a gorgeous little maze, littered with cute houses, laundry flapping on lines out of windows and over balconies. Little shops. A cross between old Nice, Naples, the medina in Tangier, old Cadiz, old Seville.

Coming out of Le Panier, we had lunch at Cup of Tea, a bookshop meets cafe, just at the entrance to another steep climb into Le Panier, run by a cute family. After that, we checked out some shops and then took the train back to Cassis, which took less than an hour, delays included.

Ottolenghi's Shakshuka at Nopi

Great breakfast (again) at Nopi on Sunday morning. My daughter loved the lamps and her dish of donuts, orange creamy sauce, blueberries. I loved the Shakshuka; my second at Nopi and still better than any I've had in Israel.

Connaught Village Summer Festival

Yesterday, after collecting my daughter from school, we fell into Connaught Village Summer Festival, an annual festival to celebrate Connaught Village. Most tourists would be, Huh what is Connaught Village? It's essentially Connaught Street, a W2 street just off Edgware Road/ Marble Arch, which five years ago was another 'village' style essentials street: hair salon, cafe, launderette, a few restaurants, an antique shop: much like thousands of English 'village high streets'. But nowadays, it's a great little area, put on the map when former PM Tony Blair bought a house on Connaught Square - you know when he's there, because there will be a mob of gun wielding police officers covering the front and back entrances of his house. The joke goes that neighboring shops don't bother with any insurance because they've got their own free armed security forces year round!

Before Tony Blair, the street's celebrity resident was shoe designer Jimmy Choo, who has his bespoke shoe studio on Connaught street. Next door to him is Cocomaya, a luxurious patisserie in the luxurious Paris patisserie style (only with a sense of humour), where my wife goes at any given opportunity. I like to sit outside Cocomaya when it's sunny (unlike now when it's raining mad dogs) and have a coffee and watch Connaught street's little daily soap opera play out. Over the road, there's Markus coffee, an old style 'smell the beans' coffee place, a newsagent where I scan newspaper headlines (though it's far from relaxing with Tony's forces staring at you) and a new kid on the block, Casa Malevo, an Argentinian restaurant we haven't tried yet, mostly because I don't know how as vegetarians we'd get on in there. We sent a visiting friend from L.A there recently (a big carnivore) and he loved it.

Round the corner, where the Connaught street hub spills, with Cocomaya wrapping around, there's Green Cardamom gallery, who have little shows by artists from Israel, Pakistan, India, Lebanon and so on. Anyway, so at the Summer Festival, I finally saw Jimmy Choo in the flesh, after years of walking past his studio. He was in the window of his studio with customers. He and Cocomaya didn't set out a stall for the festival - it would be uncool. Down the street, near the cutesy hair salon where my daughter gets her hair cut, there was a live band, doing their best to give off an image of 1968/ 1970 hairy-ness a la Fleet Foxes and to the right of their mini stage, an amazing bespectacled older woman, dressed in what I would call all white Thatcher-wear, juggling very passionately along to the music. She became the star attraction of the festival (as the mini crowd of adoring fans suggests), not the band. She's in the pics below, doing her thing. I love people like this, who let go - it reminds me of Vincent Cassel in Black Swan telling, ordering Natalie Portman to loosen up, to let go....

Golborne Road

It had been a while since I'd been to Golborne Road. A couple of years ago, when I was going to Morocco quite regularly and coming back craving different ingredients, specialties, I was going every week, to buy Aicha jams, tomato puree; Moroccan olive oil; amazing coffee imported from Tetouan; to pick up freshly made M'Tissimen pancakes from L'Etoile; Moroccan oranges from the fruit and vegetable market and so on. I also liked visiting the studio of designer Rana Salam, who designed the amazing identity for Comptoir Libanais. Sadly for us, though not for her, Rana moved to Beirut. As ever in London, a lot happens in nine months - for various reasons, I hadn't been up to Golborne since August 2010 - and I was surprised to see the Moroccan presence turned down, as the Portuguese presence before it had been turned down. In its place, a creeping gentrification: the odd gallery or two, a clothing boutique, two Soho style coffee places conflicting with the rough and ready old school Portuguese and Moroccan cafes, an interiors shop called Phoenix on Golborne, far removed from the usual scruffy 'flea market' antique furniture shops elsewhere on the street. It was always going to happen, especially as more and more Notting Hill/ North Ken couples seem to move North to Kensal Rise/ Green and Queen's Park when they have kids, creating a need for the Portobello trends of recent years to follow them up there. Inevitably, the top of Ladbroke Grove and Golborne will in time become the smooth segue between the two neighborhoods , which is already sort of happening at the top of the Ladbroke Grove with Tom Dixon's water tower home in the making and his shop/ restaurant (although when I had dinner there, I found it chronically disappointing) and now over at Golborne, with the slow gentrification. That said, for now, my favourites are still there on Golborne: Lisboa with its heavenly Pasteis de Nata; Le Marrakech and Le Maroc with their Moroccan deli treats; L'Etoile patisserie with the Moroccan sweet tooth goodies.