No wonder I was still thinking pink when I went to this exhibition of Chinese robes at the V&A.

(Even though the emperor's colour was yellow.)

I'd just been to tea at this very pink teashop.

A hop and a skip from the house where Mozart once lived. (I'm sure Mozart would have liked tea and layer cakes.)

And then I nipped in to a very desirable parfumerie for a free spritz of rose absolue scent.

It is a very exclusive part of London.

There were piles of tweedy blankets on the benches outside another cafe, so customers could snuggle over a cappuccino on chilly days.

And nobody had nicked them.

How posh is that!