High Tea

On Saturday night, the people four floors down had a balcony party all night, way past dawn. I didn't really sleep, so I missed the last day of the mask course I was doing and didn't really wake up until it was time for High Tea.



We went to a very posh hotel for that. The napkins were like a herd of crisp white stegosaurus until the waiter shook them out into triangles and placed them across our laps. I had three pots of silver needle white tea.

Later I met my friend Alexia. We soaked up the last bit of sun in Hyde Park, and went to a pub to doodle and talk about Digital publishing.



It's going THAT WAY apparently.
I kind of want to illustrate a whole story in fountain pen and crayon down the pub like this.