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I still don't always say, trousers, nor trainers. I am however, now adopting the very British tradition of afternoon tea. Doesn't really matter that I don't eat scones, have a sweet tooth, nor even really drink, tea. For a few more pounds anyway, champagne is served.
As tea is unfamiliar territory, I made a few calls to figure out where I could bring Bruno. I spoke to some very friendly staff at the Blakes Hotel, who helped with a reservation.
What a brilliant idea tea at Blakes turned out to be!
It's my first time walking this far west on Old Brompton Road. When I turned onto Roland Gardens and saw the black-colored building, I felt very pleased.
I've been thinking of re-decorating using shades of black. So when I was shown our table in a courtyard dressed so stylishly in black and green, I felt even more pleased with our tea venue.
Mirrors in the garden, potted plants of varying heights, fat grey cushions against black rod iron seating- yummy!
Bruno and I are even colour-coordinated with the garden!
Time slows...
I just sit, drink in the peaceful surrounds, admire Anouska Hempel's design. The food is a little forgettable, but service is impeccable and the ambience healing.
Then our reverie is broken by a young Thai tourist, who asks very politely, if he could take a picture of us. Because he was polite and non-creepy, I did not disagree.
Photo Credit- Young Thai Tourist
Blakes, 33 Roland Gardens
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