I'm Just a Lucky So-and-So

So the day started innocuous enough. I had an early afternoon free and decided that I would remain in my decision to do as much exploration as possible. I’d already purchased my hat; this had freed considerable mental capital, so I made my way to Coventry Gardens. I stumbled upon store after store of posh threads that contained items that were well beyond my pocketbook. Another Paul Smith store teased me we further sartorial delights. I even managed to stomach an Abercrombie & Fitch look-a-like store. I’d pretty much decided to venture back to the flat, when voila!

Neal’s Yard

Tucked just beyond the street in a tiny courtyard beyond an alley layed the former residence of Monty Python, delicious vegetarian fare, and an excellent perch to do some more people watching. After requisite picture taking under the watchful protection of my new hat, and a quick seat at a café table, I was (eventually) accosted by a waiter.
“Are you vegetarian?”
I stumbled, “Uh...no, but uh...”
“Then I suggest these.” He turned to the back of the menu phlegmatically and began pointing to their ‘non-veg’ fare.
“Hmm...that sounds good, how about the quiche?”
“Excellent choice.” He quickly disappeared.

The meaty quiche was...palatable. In any case, it was a beautiful afternoon. I considered a desert, but decided that I’d better get the bill since the service took a remarkably long time.

I failed at taking a photo of a delightful 60 year old with red leather boots and matching hair, but low and behold:
I’ll call her violet. Violet was reading a newspaper near some important statue, her husband dutifully and eagerly looking over her shoulder. I’ve never, ever, seen someone match their skirt, to their, purse, to their cardican, to their earings, to their HAIR. Well, besides in some parts of Atlanta, but I digress.

I continued my sojourn to an art supply store that was housed under a canopy of chimneys.

My ring tone, I’m Just A Lucky So and So, chirped through my new skinny jeans (gasp). I struggled additionally to receive the change from the purchase of a hilariously British card. “Hello?”