It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas…
In London that is! The shopping streets are festooned with lights and the shop windows are tableaus of luxury items and amusement. The gloomy weather was soon forgotten as I took in all these shimmering sites.
The zany hustle bustle of the streets was demure compared to Manhattan or downtown San Francisco, which currently looks like a war zone, because of a new subway line being built.
The ever-polite Brits seemed genuinely happy to queue to take in view the windows. Their well-dressed and pink-cheeked English children were as delightful as their parents, with not a single meltdown as evidence. Maybe we should appoint them ambassadors to Disneyland.
My favorite window on Bond Street belongs to Dolce Cabana, which has a grand table chock a block with tempting items, from delectable food to fabulous must have clothes and accessories.
Hermes came next with its whimsical animal sculptures.
Burberry’s didn’t disappointment with its combination of British button down style and mod displays of shinny metal and lights.
All this window-shopping made me hungry. So off we went for high tea at Fortnum and Mason. After all Teatime is a most revivifying custom. All customs have rules and teatime in England is no exception.
The tea served should all times be brewed from loose tealeaves. (Imagine the colonists dumping crates of Lipton tea bags into Boston Harbor!) While silver pots are grander, china ones makes a better cuppa tea.
Sandwiches should be oh-so-thin slivers cut from soft brown or white bread-crust removed, of course and filled with smoke salmon, egg salad or cucumbers. Scones may also be served, with butter or preserves, and always with clotted cream. When the tea is poured and the finger food served there is one more rule to observe. None of this modern talk over tea: marriage, divorce, and relationships. The weather will do quite nicely, thank you.