Because my windows could look like this.

Because my flat could look like this….and…

…the leasehold could have approximately 963 years remaining. Approximately. AND Harrods Properties gives reward points for every purchase. Not joking. Even rich people like free stuff.

I could qualify for a free meat thermometer if I patronized this pricey, well-known butcher shop. Again, even rich people like free stuff.

M’s driver could wait outside Barclay in the Rolls while M. does business.

While my driver could take the Bentley.

This is my neighborhood shoestore.

Either of these Loewe bags would do. Oh, hell, I live in Mayfair, so I own them BOTH.

This is the entry to my Mayfair flat.

And when you visit us, you can stay at our neighborhood hotel, the Connaught.

Magazine fashion shoots are always done on my street.

If I need a ball gown, I simply walk out the door and turn left.

When I hit 75, I’ll buy my gowns here.

The family  history must be bound SOMEWHERE….

And the library MUST be stocked.

Forgot disposable razors. Only the finest for M.

And of course, the neighborhood is rife with history.

Ah, a girl can dream, right?

Note to Anglophiles:  We’re flying home this afternoon, but that doesn’t mean the end of London posts–have quite a few more sights and sounds to share in coming weeks. Enjoy!