Today I went to Harrod's to buy more of the pretty plastic drinking glasses we'd bought last summer and like so much.
On the left is a photo of The Egyptian Room in the center ground floor of the store, it's quite a spectacle. Actually the whole store is a spectacle and is huge. I had read there was a Jelly Belly section in the food hall so I found it. Yikes, I nearly passed out seeing all those jelly beans. I did somehow control myself and bought only the smallest bag of various flavours. As soon as I talk people always say "are you on holiday?" and I explain I'm not. (I really must work on that posh British accent forthwith.) The salesperson said that Americans complain at the price of the Jelly Bellies in London because they are very expensive. Given that most things are more expensive plus the pathetic value of the dollar, yes they are very expensive by about twice as much, I estimate. They are not exactly inexpensive in the U.S. either.
So I walked through the store munching my Jelly Bellies, looking at all the designer clothes I've never actually seen anyone wear, huge handbags I've never actually seen anyone carry (what's with all the chrome buckles?) and jewelry that would suggest an armored guard when one leaves the house.
BTW, it's important to get there early right when it opens around 10:00. It's quite empty and you can actually walk around easily. It starts filling up as the day goes on and weekends are impossible. I'm really bored while John's away and this was a very pleasant outing. Forthwith.