Although it's August, it's still midsummer to me via this magazine, which (shameless plug) contains my story on Stella McCartney's sporty aesthetic, as well as her designs for Team Great Britain. I was relieved to see that I'd written about Jessica Ennis in Ms. McCartney's kit, since the remarkable Ms. Ennis is now the heptathalon champion.
But partway through our walk thoughts of racing, jumping, and swimming gear gave way to images of tall white hairpieces a la Marie Antoinette, by way of a Whit Stillman film, delicate pink cheeks and lacy dresses when we passed by a building under renovation, and masked by a charming canvas of painted ladies and gents (of the politest sort).
I don't know what shop will open here, but I'd like it to be a French patisserie, with a glass case full of colourful macarons, or a shoe boutique, offering only the most flamboyant Emma Hope court heels.
Gawd, I hope it's not Forever 21.