London Memory Lane

The first weekend was a bit like wandering down memory lane in London. We started off at Le Chalet which we visited last Christmas (or around that festive time) for a quick bite and refreshment having been scooting around all day visiting Robert, (me) visiting the Hourglass counter at Liberty as well and also let’s not forget the arm ache which is involved with heavy suitcases. Pumpkin humous and flatbread; you can’t go wrong. Having freshened up back at the Club, we decided to finally go around to Grosvenor Square and try out this little hidden bar we had espied a few times walking past. Welcome to the Luggage Room: “look for the Black Door next to the Marriott Hotel” Obviously me being me, saw the sign “Luggage Room” and announced that “couldn’t possibly be the entrance to go in through because that was for luggage for the Marriott Hotel!” I sometimes wonder if I should have stayed being blonde at times .  I spy new boots … First day I wore my Stuart Weitzman boots was this day in London and let me just add a “note to self”, don’t do this in future! Anyway, the luggage room was a great hidden ...