MARKETING
Sunday morning we arose early and made our way to the East
End of London. The markets were once the lifeblood of the community. Things
have changed somewhat but there was still a very lively culture abounding. We
started at the Columbia Flower Market where we were carried along in a bustling
throng lined by flowers of every kind and color being sold by the cockney
hawkers out-shouting each other with that familiar humor: “Get yer roses ‘ere
so’s I kin send me wife on ‘oliday…to Nawf Koreeya… and she kin take the muvverinlore
wiv ‘er.”
Next we wound our way through the meandering streets to
Brick Lane. Street names in English and Hindi.
We went for the Japanese okonomiyaki, a savory pancake
made from grated cabbage, cheese, and other vegetables. Delicious!
Walking past
the sites of a least a couple of Jack the Ripper’s grizzly murders and past the
eerie Hawksmoor edifice of Christ Church, we came upon Spitalfields Market said
to be London’s oldest market.
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Christ Church, Spitalfields |
Sunday night we had an Indian meal with our friend Jonathan
at Woodlands restaurant near Haymarket. It was lovely to engage in some lively
discussion and some spicy food.
If there's anyone into palmistry I'd welcome the reading
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I read the lines on your hand and they say that you will have a happy, prosperous and loving life with good friends and family.
ReplyDeleteThe cockney accent sounds on point! and the food in Bangla town sounds delicious!
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