I had expected a hushed, beige boutique... instead, I find a vaguely hippyish emporium with a chic jumble sale air.

We are sitting in Pandora. I had expected a hushed, beige boutique with one assistant glaring at me. Instead, I find a vaguely hippyish emporium with a chic jumble sale air. There are plastic bags of unpacked goodies everywhere, racks stuffed with fabulous seasonal finds (I have to back away from a Dior dress at £299), all less than two years old. George Michael plays from an iPod and the friendly staff have clearly been there for decades.

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