Anyway, we had a little lunch and went ALL the way up to the sporting goods area where it was almost completely empty and I saw the kind of bicycle I need. It looked a lot like those old Cruisers and had high handlebars and a low crossbar and was pink with flames! SO me! And so expensive! It was about 600 pounds! It looked a lot like this:
And that one seems to be only $289, so I'm guessing if I don't buy such a thing at Harrods... :)
Lennart wants a bike like this:
Which at Harrods was even more expensive than the pink one. Nope, not broken, just foldable.
And then right in the middle of the golf-wear (I think that's where it was, anyway. Could have been sailing gear.) was an Illy bar, so we plopped down (or rather climbed up onto the high stools) and had a cappuccino and learned from the bar menu that there are also coffee drinks such as Ristretto and Marocchino and another one that I can't remember the name of. We felt hopelessly unknowledgeable in the world of coffee and vowed to better ourselves. Then we continued on, gaped at the golf cart Hummer:
And then made our way down the Egyptian escalators:
to the third (I think) floor with the furniture and got some amazing ideas, such as a neato glass dining room table and some nifty tall planter pots, and I think we both fell in love with this Roche Bobois chair:
One day, IKEA will copy it and it'll be more in our price range. Heh. :)
Then we went home and made a creamy broccoli, potato, and gruyère soup. With fresh baguettes. Yummers.
Sunday we watched old CSI:NY episodes all day long and pined over our very-much-missed Manhattan!