Being able to wander unobstructed by other humans without having to worry about losing toddlers in a sea of legs made it much less stressful.
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There was actually no pasta involved whatsoever; not a morsel of macaroni, a strand of spaghetti or a crumb of cannelloni.
This place is gimmicky as hell, but the nostalgia is real, and so, so comforting.
Everything is so stylish it’s borderline ridiculous, plus I love kids’ shops with play areas, even if they’re too nice to use
The Bedlam exhibition was great but a bit close to home given that our lives parallel scenes from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
