There’s a hidden garden courtyard in the back. Seriously, it’s like a tiny, green oasis in the middle of Mayfair. I sat on a bench for five minutes, pretending I was an aristocrat between dressage lessons.
Also, the staff wear uniforms. But not normal uniforms—they look like they’re attending a private club. A man in a three-piece suit offered me a glass of water. I felt like I needed to tip him (I didn’t, but the impulse was strong).
And can we talk about the mirrors? Every mirror in this store makes you look ten pounds lighter and twenty years richer. I’m not saying it’s magic, but… I’m not not saying it.
