Left to our own devices today we caught the Tube to Oxford Circus and did a bit of shopping.
I'd forgotten to pack a neck strap for my camera and was sure we'd find a camera shop down Oxford St - we didn't.
However, we did find a Uniqlo and bought a few things in there.
Heading down Bond St we were accosted by a very charming young Frenchman handing out free samples of hand cream.
Before we knew it we were inside the shop being manicured and facialed (I know that's not a word) and walked out with a bag full of anti-wrinkle creams, shiny nails, younger faces and lighter wallets!
All that hard work left us feeling slightly peckish, so we headed to Burger and Lobster for a late lunch. As the name suggests they sell burgers and lobster and ONLY that. They don't have a food menu. It's very simple, you can have a burger, with/without cheese and/or bacon or you can have a lobster sandwich or a whole lobster either steamed or grilled. Whatever you choose the price is the same $20.
Considering I am allergic to seafood I had the burger and Susan had the lobster sandwich. The burger was great and by the look of ecstasy on Susan's face I assumed the lobster was not too shabby either. Although they don't have a food menu they do have quite an extensive drinks menu. We both opted for a cocktail called Bitter Rose, which was vodka, grapefruit sherbet and rosewater. Highly recommend it. Apparently people queue for up to two hours to get a table here, but as we came in between lunch and dinner times we could get straight in, it was still busy though.
After lunch we walked around Mayfair for a while and looked in the window of G.F. Trumper, a 'Gentleman's Barber' established in the late 19thC. I'm sure it gets a mention in the Poirot books as the place Hercule gets his mustache waxed and mustache waxing is on their price list. As we looked through the window one of the aforementioned gentlemen came out and the smell as the door opened was amazing. If I was rich, straight and married my husband would def be going there to get a shave!
Just across the road was the entrance to Shepherd Market. A lovely set of lanes and mews with some interesting pubs, shops and restaurants.
Created in the 1730's for the London elite it has seen it's fair share of scandal in more recent times. Mama Cass and Keith Moon both died here in the 70's and it's also where Jeffrey Archer picked up the hooker that would eventually lead to his imprisonment. In literary fiction it is where P.G. Wodehouse's Wooster and Jeeves lived.
We walked our way back to Oxford St, Regent St and on to Carnaby St via Berkeley Square. I listened but didn't hear a nightingale sing.....
Saw loads of clothes I'd buy in Carnaby St if I was rich and skinny. It's a good job I'm not either of those things or I'd be too hot to be let out of the house!!