Yesterday I had to go to London to sort out some bureaucracy stuff for
my passport.
Let me tell you that it is quite an experience every time I have to go to
the Italian Consulate.
There's always some sort of argument involved (and lot of gesticulation).
Then I met Fanja.
We spent a couple of hours shopping for fabric, chatting and scoffing
delicious orchid tea and french macaroons in a Japanese tea room in Soho.
The back entrance of Liberty from Carnaby Street
The sales assistant that cuts the fabric
has never changed in ten years I shop there.
Window display for Alexander McQueen
and a special bouquet of flowers
Crockery on display