Ruby Red Shoes Goes to London

 It’s been a soggy couple of days in the PNW; wet, wet, and more wet. Through the rain-splattered windows, while curled up cozy inside, I find myself trying to re
flect upon a new year and all it brings, and simultaneously day-dreaming of the idea of travel. Makes me wistful for travel days gone by that were blissfully ignorant and mask-free.

Instead of trying to wish away what we can’t control, we’re reading stories from some of our favorite places, both real and imagined, and hopeful for the opportunity to go there someday. For any Anglophile, this book is a true delight, a vision of London at its best.

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