#bellet

Football is the ballet of the masses.

- Dmitri Shostakovich

@invisible-violetparr @sweatinlikeasinner

Well, it had taken some convincing--a little pouting on Belle’s part and a little tough love on Violet’s, and maybe some sheets literally ripped off the bed--but they’d gotten make up on Lottie, got her to shower and brush her hair and put on something that wasn’t a sweater and yoga pants, bundled all up and headed towards the train station. Belle’s stomach a flutter of nerves--she didn’t do well in crowds. Not that...Violet and Lottie were a crowd, especially like this with Lottie hardly talking (at least Violet and Belle were united in their attempts to help cheer Lottie up.) But, there would be plenty of crowds once they got to London.

She was excited as they pulled into Waterloo Station and excited as they transferred to the tube, coming out right at Piccadilly Center--and yes, it was certainly bustling. Belle was jostled as she stopped abruptly at the top of the tube stairs breath caught a little as she looked around.

“Oops! Sorry!” she said sheepishly, moving off to the side and pulling out the map she’d bought in the tube station--of course she wasn’t going to use her cell phone. “Where should we start? It looks like they have a little farmer’s market right here in the square! Though, really shops are good too, I suppose. Paul said to stay away from regular shopping like Harrod’s, but he’s a bit of a snob, so--” she said, meaning it in the best possible way, of course.