After three days at the London Wine Fair my teeth hurt, my feet hurt and my eyes have become attuned to interesting things. It’s quite incredible that most of the stands follow the same format, offer the same thing, and by the afternoon of Day 3 wear the same bored expressions. My eye is drawn to the unusual: textural stands (I particularly like the Argentinian blue bar, complete with music),
hats & blue suits (definitely the colour of choice in London right now)
and wine paraphernalia: the cork bar stool (I image it’s fabulously comfortable); the Fizzi truck (everyone needs one!)
I’m reminded how wonderful it is in big European cities to walk around soaking up the history and the architecture, and in this case, the wine fair. I must confess to being a little tired after walking all day every day since I landed on Monday. The weather is divine so I shall continue walking today. All pleasure and leisure as the wine fair has finished – the Thames, V&A Museum, London Craft Week – that should keep me busy, and might necessitate a rest in Fortnum & Mason’s beautiful tea rooms. (I had a peek in there last night.)
