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The other day, I had high tea with friends at Kensington Gardens, at a restaurant in the Kensington Palace called The Orangery. Every table had a mini orange plant on it. The ceiling was high and the doors with French windows on them were tall - I have never seen so much light in one room before. They served a small orange-passion fruit tart that was the most beautiful color, not that it stopped me from scarfing it down. Then, we walked around Kensington Gardens, and briefly talked about what Princess Di did within all this space. As we were walking, a small child waddled towards us really, really fast and then just stopped. He stared up at us with supremely wide eyes and a bewildered but happy smile, and just stayed like that for a minute. It sounds kind of creepy when I re-tell it, but when it happened, my oxytocin levels skyrocketed. I can’t believe it took me that long to go to Kensington Gardens, and I can only imagine how much more of this city I have yet to see, and I can only presume that it will take me much, much more time than I have here to see it all.