Just this past Wednesday, blogger Barbara on The Everyday
Home included a wonderful picture
tour of Harrods. What a wonderful
treat. It’s been thirty years since I
was in Harrods. It’s evident to me that since then all those Middle East
millions have transformed the place into an Arabian Nights fantasy.
When I was there in 1982 I headed straight for the food
hall. Needless to say, I bought several goodies to bring home. I still have the
jar the mustard came in. I do remember laughing at the ‘exotic’ imported delicacies:
Wheaties and Skippy peanut butter. I wonder what it would be like to have
Harrods as my local super market. Do they take coupons?