It's not often I wax lyrical about a store.
But Paperchase on Tottenham Court Road in Central London does it for me.
Three floors of utter gorgeousness.
Paperchase store is food for the soul.
We did actually go in to get something specific.
Something for The Boy Child.
Something he has named Henry.
The only fly in the ointment is their policy on no photography ... does that sound familiar?
Summer 500: 226.