James Smith and Son

We live in London. It rains. But don't settle for one of the boring black umbrellas that crowd the miserable streets. You want the very best if you're going to stand out. So head to James Smith, who've been doling out brollies of every description on the same spot for 179 years. One is free to wander and browse without any grief from the staff; even a relative peasant like Itchy was left well alone. They also sell canes, flasks and other Victorian-style paraphernalia, so you can leave here feeling like the epitome of the old-fashioned aristo.

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