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An hour or two at Westfield

Shopping isn’t really my thing (Mrs P and Ms P make up for my lack of enthusiasm). But occasionally I get press-ganged and I end up in that consumerist mecca like Westfield. How best to kill a couple of hours?

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Take some photos of course! I decided to check out the Westfield sales staff and do some portrait image-making. Pretty much all of them were lovely and welcoming. Take this lady for example. She offered me a water massage (for a tenner)… And the gent below had the most delicious tea I’ve ever tasted. It was also the most expensive tea I’ve ever tasted…

 

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Sky TV checked out the football score for me & showed me all the new tech. He couldn’t sell me anything even if he had tried – I spend a lot with Sky already… No wonder he is beaming.

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But most fun was had at the Tesla showroom. First, I loved the car (I want one!). Second, the staff were full of cheeky beans, and it shows…

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Maybe shopping at Westfield isn’t that bad after all…

 


New York, a blur…

Flatiron, NYC

New York City is a blur! Five days of charging about, cramming everything in, noise, hustle bustle & snow storms in October. Yes, a blur. But what excitement!

I managed to go wrong 3 times on that Subway journey… First wrong line, then wrong way, then missed my stop because I got engrossed in a newspaper. What a tourist…

On the other hand, cabs are cheap. So we used them, lots. And they turned out to be very photogenic:

No tripod, for once...

Of course, as a photographer, I wanted to be out taking pictures every second of the day. But the family does object (killjoys), so we ended up shopping. Century 21, Bloomingdales, that massive toy shop…, Build a bear, the Apple store. Done them all. (Bloomingdales took hours – HOURS! The wife!)

Daughter on a mission

Isn't he meant to be saving people from crooks, outside...?

Eventually, some respite from the incessant shopping at last. Kids on the ice, cocktails for me and Mrs P.    Rockefeller, we love you.

Daughter on the ice

Son on the ice

So here’s to New York City, so exciting it’s a blur.

Oi! Cab! over here…!!!

Cheers!

(Another one ignoring me, must be the accent...)