So last night, as part of the Bloomsbury Festival, we stepped out on Store Street.
It was chilly – well, unless you were this guy.
The theme of the festival this year is language – and Store Street was celebrating the language of dance.
The London Pride Morris Men were out …
As were the window dancers …
And Bollywood and modern dancers.
We shared some tasty French street food from Madame Gautier – Provencale chicken, confit beef and fried sausage and potatoes. Mmm.
Time for a stroll along Store Street – occult bookshop Treadwell’s was looking suitably spooky:
Some wonderful hats from Yuan Li at the China Design Centre (Let’s all club together and get these):
Modelled by some fabulous ladies:
Then off to the pub for a pint and some wisdom:
We had a little ceilidh on the way home.