Below you can see a sponge cake in the shape of a teapot, saltless chips, British birds, a classic crescent, and a chocolate shop. All on the way to and fro the Wallace Collection which has the most staggering collection of armour, finely wrought death, beautful and yet quite deadly. That and a mass of French art, much of it pinkly frivolous. I am early rococco myself. I celebrated this advance in self knowledge by having a peach syrup and champagne cocktail in the elegant courtyard. The girl on the swing is there, she has a crazed look and possibly no underwear. A great painting. A day of much wandering.