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We went for breakfast at the Burnt Toast Cafe in Brixton Village this morning.

The cafe is tiny with just a few seats outside, but the queue was long, so we knew it would be good.

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There were toasters dotted around so that you could burn your own toast while you waited.

The food was definitely worth the wait and once we got seated under blankets outside, Tom ordered Eggs Royale served on sweet brioche.

I had the best French toast I have ever had, made with fig & walnut bread, and topped with berries, butterscotch sauce and honeycomb.

We popped into Botanique Workshop afterwards so I could buy some air plants. It was a super cute shop but the server had no interest in customers and didn't even look up from her computer while serving me.

Though we were still pretty full from breakfast, we couldn't walk past Dominique Ansel Bakery without popping in to share something.

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Tom ordered a blossoming hot chocolate, and looked really disappointed when they served an ordinary hot chocolate, until the dropped a marshmallow flower in it which blossomed in front of his eyes.

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We tried a Frozen S'more which was chocolate ice cream, coated in toasted marshmallow, on a stick.

There was a really cute children's shop called Semmalina across the road and I couldn't resist popping in to take a look. There was an adorable book about Coco Chanel.

Tom had read that the Morpeth Arms, a pub across the river from MI6, had a spying room upstairs, so we popped in for a drink.

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The pub was built in 1845 in the grounds of the Millbank Penitentiary, so the guards would have a place to drink.

The basement is said to be very haunted and they've even got live Ghost Cams that you can watch from upstairs in the bar.

We had a quick look in the Tate Britain afterwards, which was next door to the pub.

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Tom's not a big fan of modern art, so we didn't spend too long in the galleries before heading to the gift shop.

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I was quite tempted to treat Bobbin to a Tracey Emin water bowl but I'm not sure if she'd appreciate the reference.

We wandered across Vauvxhall Bridge on our way home and stopped at Mother Kelly's for a drink.

Mother Kelly's is a cool little bar and bottle shop in a railway arch with 33 different beers on tap.

Tom tried a Not Guilty OJ IPA, while I had wine and tucked into a bread board.