It was a brilliant crisp morning & I'd run into my local Paul on Gloucester Rd. for a small extra shot latte (they do the best coffees, besides of course the best bread & cakes), when I saw Beatrice on the queue (there's always a queue, it's so French to be so unhurried.. so 'whatever'). Her style is so je ne sais quoi, yet she's an English Rose.
And no surprise she's an urban photographer, (and choreographer).
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