So we went for a stroll to Oxford Street today, in search of shampoo. This is a thing which we can do because we're in London - jump on a bus and stroll off to this amazing shopping precinct in search of shampoo, and stumble across:
1) a plywood machine, endlessly creating random sentences that rolled down a roller coaster;
2) a concept shop in Selfridges dedicated to selling Words;
3) a stationery store selling a range of about six identical items in a dozen colours;
We passed by yet another Blue sign as we strolled, which caught my eye. What a lovely succinctness - "poet and painter". And of course because this is England, and perhaps more particularly because this is London, the building now contains a waxing salon. Somehow I suspect that Blake would have approved.
Near Bond Street Tube Station, off Oxford street, is a tiny entrance to a lane, no more than one person wide, that leads into St Christopher's Lane - apparently this is one of the preeminent fashion destinations in the world, and what we could see in the windows was definitely awesome. We'd strolled down into here again for a quick lunch, having passed through a few weeks ago, and went to Apostrophe. Which has one somewhere in the name. Bob found a huge hot chocolate.
And this is the sort of thing we see all over London: a quirky little lane with interesting shopping, random art, and a slick restaurant with a huge queue out front directly across from the chain cafe.