French holiday coffee and London standards

So... I'm in a cafe Nero at Liverpool St station - and only vaguely noticed the chewing gum stuck to the bottom of the saucer that was handed to me. As I slid my coffee nearer to where I'm sitting at the table...


Idly snapping during a sun drenched morning coffee in Nogaro (Armagnac town). I wouldn't drink a grand creme in England, but out here, I'm happy in most of the cafes.

An enthusiastic effort for a fussy coffee drinker. I was very appreciative! Like a pudding course.
From a pub in country Kent - cricket ground, working farm and girl on a pony. Felt like a secret place but with plenty of regulars in the pub - if only I'd noticed its name and whether it was an East or West Peckham...

Early morning coffee

My local - and also the best coffee in London. I like my capuccino to be creamy and full bodied. Not old fashioned.
I'm with a smoker so we sit outside. Not comfy chairs - but when the coffee's good and I'm preoccupied with the daily cryptic...

Early morning walk from home to the best capuccino in town

Beautiful - eh? A heavily used mattress, two road cones and scaffolding. The tunnel to walk through while they paint the iron railway bridge.
The street I'm used to and perfectly happy in, but taking the photo reminds me it isn't a utopia!
But then I look up and the sky is blue and the buildings are unique
The sales hoarding is washed often - the shiniest surface in this street

Where am I?

I don't give you a chance here - the glass is normal, the floor could be anywhere and the tables and chairs...

My cappucino was out of focus - blurry Sunday morning.