Wednesday, June 06, 2012
pomegranate kir royal
Unbearably posh Kir Royal at the hotel bar in London. How I like it.
The hotel has a lending library with old books, I found an old favorite Georgette Heyer in there and snagged it. I am now snuggled in to this very soft bed in a very old Georgian building, looking out onto a square in Clerkenwell, and I will remain here until the morning wrapped in luxurious linens, vintage books and free internet at my command. (Just like home, Big Bang Theory is on. That show is ubiquitous.)