SATURDAY, OCTOBER 27
The time had come to plan the next legs of our adventure and we decided to go to Dunkerque, France; Brussels, Belgium; and Amsterdam, the Netherland before heading to Paris, where the search for an agency could continue.
WHERE NOT TO BUY A WINTER COAT
Somehow I had this strange notion that a flimsy down jacket from Uniqulo — and I mean flimsy — and a raincoat over a long sleeve shirt and sweater, would suffice to keep us warm. How wrong I was. We needed real winter coats and serious shopping had become imperative. Camden Market seemed a good starting place with all its vintage clothing shops…until we got there. It was packed with people and overwhelmed our perhaps-too-fragile senses. It didn’t help that it was Saturday, the busiest day of the week.
BRITISH MUSEUM CAFE MEETING
Defeated, we walked a long, cold 30-minutes to the British Museum where a long line awaited us — again that Saturday thing. Somehow we made it to the cafe in time to meet my friend’s sister, Fi, and her young son. Fi, a wiry, lively and attractive red head wore a stylish orange sweater and was animated as she talked to Chloe about the fashion industry. She works in a London designer’s showroom. Her son, who was about 7 or 8, was equally animated and playful, teasing his mother by continually sliding under the table to escape. We stayed until the cafe closed.
Fi and her son came with us to Zara to help with the coat shopping, but nothing was right. Chilled to the bone, Chloe and I returned to our Airbnb.
