I couldn’t believe little Lainee had never “done” Harrods before.. well, admittedly, her actual words were;
“Thankfully, I’ve always managed to avoid that particular tourist trap..”
Which of course I automatically knew really meant, “Why yes, I’d just love you to drag me through there.”
But being non-meat eaters, once inside, both she and our big sis’ disappointingly, flat out refused to accompany me through the food halls, and I had to agree meet up with them on another floor. Apparently, carcasses don’t excite them anywhere near as much as they seem to do me.
Personally, I think their abandonment had slightly more to do with the security guard hot in my pursuit (photography being banned). Sheesh, in these crowds it was easy-peasy to (eventually) lose him, my sisters have no faith!
Anyways, snapping photo’s on the hoof ain’t easy, so please cut me some slack on the quality posted up here, yeah?
I love, love, love this place, it’s all tiled walls and marble counters, huge high ceilings, and platters upon platters of FREE (yup) delicacies. Eeeeeeeee, ‘tis nothing short of a Shrinky heaven!
Aside from the wonderful architecture, echoing halls, and auspicious history, this place is laden with the most incredible of displays, not to mention a near endless variety of mouth-watering samples to plunder.
It snaps me right back to my youth, and to when I first moved to London. The flat I shared at the time with three other equally broke, struggling young girlies, happened to be located just around the corner from Harrods (which may partially account for the fact as to why we were such broke and struggling, young girlies in the first place).
Every Saturday lunchtime, we had a ritual. We’d prowl the food-hall’s of Harrods, stuffing ourselves full to bursting with all the glorious freebies to be had – my, was it a feast fit for a king! We were also sure to take full advantage of all the wonderful wine tasting there too, for the taking. Finally, usually more tipsy than sober, we’d wind up weaving our short way home, to catch a very well earned, and much appreciated mid-afternoon snooze.. ahhh, those were happy days.
(Insert fond smile!)
Oops, sorry, I digress..
From Thursday through to Sunday, big sis’, little sis’ and I
Oh, and what a frolic it was!
We visited a few galleries, did some sights, laughed, giggled, gossiped, and generally reverted back to our (albeit, second) childhoods. We even took in a West-End show, the sets of which were jaw-droppingly spectacular, and later, catching a ride all the way home in our London black cab, we followed the river Thames, passing, all still and floodlit, the sleeping Houses of Parliament, Big Ben, and the now defunct, but still unmistakable, landmark icon of the Battersea Power station.
No, I didn’t ride up front (black cab’s don’t have a passenger seat), I had to crouch to get this photo opportunity! Our driver was as sweet as he was long suffering, and good naturedly allowed us to shamelessly take full advantage of him. (If you are reading this Baz, thanks for the ride, you rock!)
Surprisingly, our last night out proved to be the best. We opted to stay local, and booked cinema tickets before eating out. When the time came to collect them, the lad behind the counter informed us we were THE ONLY patrons to come out to play that night; and that we had the cinema all to ourselves!
As it turned out, I guess it was for good reason, ‘cos the film was pretty crappy, (“Killer’s” – a comedy, if you ever get the chance to see it, I recommend you pass) not that it mattered, we had such a blast!
We claimed our own rows, hooted at the screen, happily kicked off our our shoes, and put our feet up. When the film proved too boring, we entertained ourselves with an all out, no holds barred, bare-foot popcorn fight (oh, don’t worry, our goody-two-shoes little sister made us clear up most of it before leaving).
I know, with the credits rolling, we look pretty scary here, but hey, isn't that what big sister's are for?
What you don’t see is the last of the carton of popcorn we threateningly clutch in our hands – ooooooooooh, and did we ever let her have it, after she took this (in her bid to distract us) photo (bwahahahaha)!