Diamonds, feathers, and Lizbeth.

On my last off day (I have to be at work at 5:30 a.m tomorrow, damn blogs take so much time), I met with Miss Birdie and her lad and we went to the Maharaja Exhibition at the AGO. Aside from me wanting to be an Indian Princess circa 1765, the exhibition rekindled my love for Indian art and patterns. So much time and detail and creativity goes into each square inch of embellishments, and everything is thoroughly decorated. Where did all these precious gems come from? I wouldn't mind some real diamonds for my turban. and you can never have too many ruby necklaces from Cartier. It's no wonder the first thought that the British had was: MINE. Aside from the whispering jokes, snickering and MINE comments, the beauty of it all was exactly as I imagined. We ended the day in an Indian restaurant with amazing company.    

My photo of the exhibition. I think it suffices. 

Turkish coffee latte and turkish delight at the Art Square Gallery Cafe.