PLACES: MITTENS AND BLOSSOMS

THOUGH WE TEND TO AVOID PORTOBELLO RD ON SATURDAY LIKE A PLAGUE, (ITS BEEN DECLARED PURGATORY BY DOODLE DUE TO THE CROWDS)

BUT WE GOT A TELEGRAM FROM THE GYPSY AT THE ADMIRAL VERNON; HE CLAIMED HE HAD A SQUASH BLOSSOM TO SHOW US.

AS IN, SOME SERIOUS ANTIQUE INLAID TURQUOISE NECK CANDY.

SO WE SAUNTERED DOWN THE OLD RD AND FOUND HIM ON HIS LITTLE BOOTH:

WITH HIS SKULLS AND STUFF. AND AN EDWARDIAN ASYLUM SUIT, IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING WHAT THAT WAS. (THE NEW WEEKEND CASUAL?)

GYPSY WAS NOT LYING: HE MODELS THAT SQUASH BLOSSOM NECKLACE MILLICENT ROGERS STYLE. (IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THAT IS,  GO AND GOOGLE HER KEMOSABE; SHE PUT TURQUOISE ON THE MAP)

ABOVE, WHAT ARE THESE? WE WANT THEM ON OUR BODY.

WE'RE A LITTLE OUT OF FOCUS FOLKS, BUT THATS GYPSY VISION FOR YOU. BLURRED ON THE EDGES:

WEARING THE SWEETEST BUNNY FUR MITTENS, EVEN IN THE HEAT WE WERE ROMANCED, ZHIVAGO STYLE. COME THE COLD, BEADED BITS LIKE THESE WILL KEEP US WARM AT NIGHT, OF THIS WE ARE SURE.

IN THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF RICHIE TENENBAUM: FLY, MORDECAI! 
FOR SERIOUS: WHEN IN LONDON, FLY YOURSELF OVER AND UNDER THE ADMIRAL VERNON FOR SOME BEAUTIFUL GYPSY CURIOSITIES (AND TO TAKE IN SOME OF THOSE RAD TATTOOS).