A Glittering Chuckle

Since I’ve spent the greater part of the last twenty four hours traveling, I thought I would just share a short anecdote on this Monday morning.

Walking down Bond Street can often be like tumbling through a kaleidoscope, what with all the fist-sized gems of every color in the shop windows.  But, while strolling along last week on my way to fetch some macarons from Laduree, a young boy seemed much more enchanted by the displays than the goods.  Just outside Mauboussin I saw a boy of no more than 5 or 6 years giggling and pointing excitedly at the cut-class chandelier-like fixture hovering above some of the more heavily-faceted diamonds I have ever seen.  His mother had stopped to look at the rings and brooches, but they were inconsequential to the lad.  He only wanted that monstrosity of glitz.  I couldn’t help chucking and thinking to myself that sometimes that’s what we’re all after anyway.