My lifelong love affair with pasta shows no sign of cooling down.

If anything it’s stronger than ever.

More and more Italian restaurants seem to open every week in London, bringing Italy’s finest exports to our hungry shores.

And when the weather’s grey and miserable there’s nothing quite like heading out for a bowl of pasta, a glass of rosé and pretending you’re living it up on the continent.

Keeping it casual.

White linen blazer

Button up camisole – also cute! // Favourite skinny jeans

Butter soft suede loafers // Mini Chanel bag

Oversized sunnies

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I know a great little place in Belgravia.

Hidden away on a corner among the beautiful rows of pristine white townhouses.

Il Pampero.

A gorgeous space with white marble surfaces, forest green walls and starched linen table cloths.

Despite its charm (and unbelievable food) so few of the locals seem to know about it, we often have the restaurant to ourselves.

Pop in and take one of the booths.

It feels like your own little world, away from the hustle and bustle outside.

Of course you come for the pasta, but stay for the starters!

Red prawn carpaccio with black olive crumble.

A taste of Sicily.

Beef carpaccio served with a salad of grana cheese and a generous heap of fresh truffle.

Aubergine caviar with warm buffalo mozzarella.

Deep fried and smoked goats cheese with pesto.

All followed by a Dolce & Gabbana model wielding an enormous pepper grinder*.

*not a euphemism.

A hot pan of creamy parmesan pasta…

…poured into a wheel of parmesan and tossed.

Scooped around the bottom, picking up all that delicious flavour and cheese scrapings as the top layer of cheese melts and succumbs to the hot pasta.

Served with a twist of black pepper.

And a glass of something chilled.

Complete and utter bliss.

If you can manage the first mouthful without closing your eyes and muttering sweet nothings, then you’re stronger than I am!

Finish a long and lazy lunch with the chef’s special tiramisu.

And maybe just a wafer thin chocolate millefoglie.

Should you find yourself in Belgravia, don’t even think of walking pasta without popping in for a bite.

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