Despite my intention to keep blogging from London, for a variety of reasons that never really happened, not the least of which was the lovely weather and everything to see and experience that was outside the club lounge where the computers were. So here are a few photos I snapped with my iPhone as I wandered around. No particular theme really, just images that caught my eye.

I wish, now, that I had ignored the haughty stares of the security guard at Alexander McQueen to take some photos of the gorgeous, gorgeous dresses I could never afford and will never see up close like that again. Same with Vivienne Westwood, although the ladies there were lovely and I’m sure they wouldn’t have minded if I had tried on a few dresses and would have taken the photos themselves.

First, of course, is me in front of Buckingham Palace. Just in case anyone was wondering whether I’d made the whole thing up. As we wandered toward Piccadilly, we encountered the guards leaving the guard barracks on their way to the Changing of the Guard. We’d been wandering for a long walk through Hyde Park, working up an appetite, so we abandoned that historic event for the comforts of The Wolseley – a restaurant/tea room that feels like a cross between the Palm Court at the Plaza in New York and Angelina’s in Paris. Yummy, yummy pastries and most excellent coffee.

On Saturday evening we had dinner at an amazing Indian restaurant recommended by the hotel Concierge, Amaya Bar & Grill. It truly was the best Indian food I’ve ever had, as I was assured I would find in London by absolutely everyone. This was a modern space with gorgeous art and food that was out of this world. Since this was my first trip to London, I was having a difficult time keeping my bearings, so I don’t know what neighborhood this was in exactly. We cabbed.

London cabs by the way are so amazing. I wanted to weep when I returned to Boston and had to cram into the back of one of our cabs.

I also love how London has all of these lovely little squares featuring restaurants and shops. Sunday found us wandering again and we stumbled upon Liberty of London in a spot filled with people and vibrant fun. I’ve never seen a building covered with flowers before – it was miraculous. We wandered in. I fell in love with a Jerome Dreyfuss bag that was alas as out of my budget as the gorgeous things I saw everywhere else. Note to self: next time you go to London be rich.

It was a short trip, so there wasn’t time for much else. A cab ride to the airport on Sunday took us through Chelsea, which I want to explore at length on my next visit. It seemed like my kind of neighborhood. One charming street that I seemed to keep finding myself on as I wandered in endless circles between Piccadilly and Regent Street was Albemarle Street. Lots of galleries there. This sign on a door caught my eye. I have no idea what goes on behind the door at Number 23.

Goodbye London! Next stop, Vieques.