Small Talk of Places for Things Masculine

Not wishing to leave Paris just yet but knowing that I must, and as always wishing I could stay there longer (though I will return to it soon enough in post-form for a Corbusian finale), this morning finds me looking so fondly at those two streets in London where this idle writer can most likely be found (of course, there is also St. James's Street and the select bookshops scattered about town)- that of Savile Row and Jermyn Street.

Savile Row, but the Row meaning of course to include the fabled Anderson & Sheppard on the next block, and to see whether they have made anything of the Penguin press building since the last time (update: no, they have not).

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Jermyn Street- popping in and out of shops to restock up on necessities and utterly unnecessary but lovely and brilliant things until the next round, while saying hello to Beau Brummell who keeps a watchful presence on this no nonsense street.