The National Gallery was today’s key item  on the agenda. That was the intention.  Two days left in London, better take in some of the grand masters.

But then I met Steve for lunch, cheap Japanese joint called TOKYO in Chinatown, soba noodles, Leicester Square Tube, four stops, BOOM, Harvey Nichols.

Harvey Nichols is a work of art though. Well it has it’s moments. Some of the staff were real pieces. And the mannequins were glorious, as you can see. The prices were imaginative too. A Vanessa Bruno dress I bought in Paris was four times more expensive. Four times.

I bought a Nicole Farhi bag then promptly saw one I liked more. Damn I should have dated it for a while first.

You weren’t allowed to take photos. Arrest me I said.  The girl blanched and walked away. I took these photos.

I guess I can be a work of art too.