I took these photos before Christmas and promptly forgot about them. I was a lot more dignified on my third visit to Mount St. I've learned to carefully rearrange my face every now and then so that I don't look like a veritable idiot who gawped at every Maserati and Bentley that zipped past. I was surprised the doorman at The Connaught didn't chase me away as I kept shooting the hotel hoping to capture the glamorous clientele that stepped through their front door.
I'm still in awe of the posh surroundings where luxury is ever so glaringly obvious. I've walked passed Goyard on several occasions and tried to peek through their glass window. One of these days, I'll have to venture in to have a closer look at their bags.