Sunday, 16 August 2009

Afternoon tea

Here's a place for afternoon tea! Buckingham Palace

Posted by westendmum at 21:03

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

How awesome!

17 August 2009 at 13:15
Chic Mama said...

oooo- those cakes look delicious. Worth a visit just for the tea. I always look for the tearoom first whenever we go hoping for a huge choice of lovely homemade cakes.

18 August 2009 at 22:40

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