Everyone, occasionally, is allowed a little opulence.

As we wandered in Harrods, supposedly getting ideas (or ideally outfits) for next week, hunger set in and we sat down to eat. Charcutterie is not perhaps everyone’s ideal brunch but the chance to try some Spanish Iberico ham or San Danielle from Italy wasn’t one to be turned down. Especially with a glass of white wine.

Eventually it all became too much and K said she needed a drink and a sit down and so we headed to The Trafalgar. I know this ear of London very well but I’d never seen it from this height before. The roof top bar has a stunning view and this was one of the best days to admire it as we settled down with a bottle of wine to watch the people in the square below.

As the bar filled up we headed out to Liberty’s (a disappointment in K’s eyes with not enough jewellery) for a final shopping trip before wandering over to Le Palais Du Jardin for dinner. With scrambled egg with crab and pan fried fois gras to start; fish and venison as a main and the cheeseboard to finish we ate very, very well.

Sitting out in Covent Garden with a glass of wine we listened to the buskers (an odd mix of Chinese music played on the sheng and a tap dancing big band singer) before getting a taxi home.

I don’t travel very often by taxi in London but I do have a good sense of direction, something that this cabby didn’t have. £20 later we watched him drive off into the London night. True it wasn’t great value for money but every now and again opulence triumphs over practicality.