While I missed any opp to hit the Royal Ascot during my trip to the UK, I didn't miss the sight of any of the grand hats British women are famously (and infamously) fond of. Even on the street in front of Claridge's I spotted a woman who looked like she might be off to the grand races, but date and time suggested she was not. Anyhoo, here are a few crazy moments Andy found. Makes me sad for the premature loss of the patron of the maddest hats, Izzy Blow.
Long live the British and their cuckoo eccentricity!
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