Frankly, with our recent de-accession of stuff, the thought of all that buying made me queasy. But the streets were decorated so lovingly with flags and bunting that I got in the mood.
I took the girls into the venerable Liberty store—hoping to find a souvenir printed with one of their iconic flower prints. As with the Galleries Lafayette in Paris, you feel the age of the place right when you walk in.
Even the elevator feels ancient.
We spent a good half-hour walking through the displays and looking at some wonderful merchandise.
But nothing caught my eye. I did contemplate buying a pair of Nike’s printed with a gorgeous flower print, but Nike’s pinch my toes too much.
I left, as poor as I arrived, surprised to be without a tangible souvenir.
Ah, well, it’s good to not jump too quickly back onto the merry-go-round of consumer spending, methinks.
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