This weekend something amazing happened…The sun was shining!
While the rest of London’s population gathered on Oxford street to catch a glimpse of Fashion weekend or frantically charted their inner city travels made worse by the many tube line strikes, I, along with my trusty photographer Brittannie set our sights on some of the cities most famous weekend markets. London is well know for it’s ever trendy markets. Each specializing in a certain area but still accomplishing to offer something for everyone. We began our journey in NottingHill.
The Portobello Road market which was made famous as the location of romantic british chic flick, “Notting Hill”. We sauntered down the street amongst superb antique stalls with items ranging from clothing and jewelry to fitness equipment and instruments. This market although very populated is well worth the time spent sifting through the piles of objects as many gems were found, and at very reasonable prices. I think what I enjoyed most of all was the locals. The stall owners and peelers (victorian slang for police) alike were very friendly and offered great advice when it came to spotting an authentic bargain. But after hours of bartering up and down the road it was time for lunch! A mister Jamie Oliver was kind enough to fill our rumbling stomaches with his lunch time creations.
Day two of our market expedition and we were determined to squash as much into our sunday as possible. We arrived at Columbia Road bright and early as the flower venders unpacked their vans. But alas hundreds of others had the same idea.
Columbia Road is much more than a flower market. The connecting lanes are filled with boutique stores and galleries while the cobblestones are flanked by colorful performers with talents including song, acrobatics and mime.
Our day continues on to Shoreditch and Spitalfields where we were confronted with an array of merging markets. These included Old Spitalfields market, Brick Lane, Petticoat Lane and possibly others. The vast array of items was at first overwhelming but once we had started there was no stopping.
Designers and artists pushed to demonstrate their talents to the adoring crowds, food venders offered samples to catch our attention. One stall I can highly recommend is the Pineapple man on Brick Lane. Is there anything better than freshly pulsed pineapple drunk directly out of it original casing, all topped of with a festive umbrella and curly straw? I think not!