Monday, April 10, 2006
The route to the Waitrose supermarket is a civilised stroll across Cadogan Gardens, for which residents on all 4 sides have access keys.
This diagonal view looks back and across Cadogan Place to Sloane Street.
A clearer view of Cadogan Gardens/Place and its setting. Look at how broad the road is.
Also en route to the shops, like something out of a John Buchan novel, Ray Ward's emporium ('Gunsmith to the gentry') absolutely fascinates me. I make sure to drag my heels as I go by so as to peer in at the posh types buying their fowling pieces.
The staff are impeccably dressed and there's one sprightly young thing who is just *too* gorgeous for words.
Each time I've watched her thru the glass, she seems in complete control of the customer's needs, deftly handling the weaponry and giving crisp replies.
If only I had the right gear, I'd look up convincing questions on the web and saunter in posing as landowner back from the New World to claim my baronial hall inheritance.
Natch, I am in need of a brace of Purdeys before the start of grouse season.
She'd rumble me, of course, but what a wonderful route to humiliation.
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