Any vacation with dad involves serious antique shopping.
Mom thinks antiques are silly (why do you pay extra for something used…the same way I feel about vintage clothing/handbags), but Dad is collector. All relationships involve some degree of compromise, right?
We spent yesterday at Alfies in Marylebone. Hard to guess from the street entrance, but this place is a multi-level cave of antiques. Mom stayed on floor one with the jewelry, dad on floor two hunting for Hawaiian things. You’d be surprise how many Hawai’i-related objects he’s found on travels. Floor three was my favorite…
…I swore this lovely piece whispered, take me home with you.