Tour Eiffel // Paris. I’m still amazed that I caught this scene in that light with that reflection (but then again if you had aimed a point-and-shoot at the Eiffel Tower twenty times, one of the pictures is bound to yield positive results). Untouched and unedited, it looks just as magical in real life as it does in the photograph.
You don’t look nearly as colorful as the postcard of you I bought at the dingy souvenir shop but none the less majestic in person. It was lovely to finally meet you after years of looking at photos of you in history textbooks & Mary-Kate and Ashley movies. I hope to see you again soon but until then, you’ll be up on my wall of postcard travels.
Afternoon tea at Harrod’s is the most elegant casual afternoon affair. A lush three-tiered spread features finger sandwiches and lobster rolls, scones with clotted cream and strawberry that melt in your mouth, and rich desserts. With sore feet from a long day of walking, we spent hours out on the Terrace Bar sipping our teas–Moroccan mint, black currant, hibiscus for me and Mum, jasmine for Dad–long enough to watch the troublesome gray sky break from the clouds to shed a halo of sunlight over the city of London.