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I was lucky enough to visit London this past month, and on one of my many meanderings I nearly ran into Helena Bonham Carter. Living in the Boston area, I rarely walk past wildly talented, strikingly beautiful actresses on the sidewalk. And so, you can imagine my delight?
Slowly making my way to Primrose Hill, I stopped to consult my map when a woman who I immediately recognized walked toward, and eventually, past me. She was dressed in a very romantic sort of outfit, complete with a poet-style blouse, long skirt, and leather boots. It was pretty fantastic.