"Let's adore and endure each other" - so far my relationship with London has been mostly an adoring one, so maybe London takes the brunt of it by enduring me... I adore the markets, the museums, the old intermingling with the newer than new, the way I'm never lost for a long time, the extremely nice people I keep meeting, and not unimportantly: the massive variety of vegetarian allergen-free superfood salads available. Today I'm fighting off a cold that's trying to catch me (so far I'm winning), so not much words in this post today, just lots of photos:
I believe the Spitalfields Antique Market is my favourite place in all of London. It's not worth traveling to London unless at least one Thursday fits into the trip. More about my vintage finds later this month, but here's a glimpse of the October 2016 Spitalfields hoard:
While often crowded (and overpriced) the Portobello Road Market is usually on my list, too. The best junk is at the very far end of the market, where there's less touristy stuff and considerably lower prices. I had a strict self-imposed no-shopping-for-clothes rule on this trip, so I just walked past all the vintage clothing, but I could tell there were some real gems in there.
And speaking of gems: I forgot to show in my mudlarking post what C gave me! A beautiful cigarette case with some super old pins and nails C picked up from the muddy parts of the beach (she wore wellies, I wore sparkly sneakers). I also doubt I would've spotted these things with my untrained eyes - everything on the foreshore is exotic to me, even the pebbles are of foreign colours.
The next photo would've fit right in with the bookish London post I wrote last week, but better late than never! Alison Stockmarr's book art spotted at Liberty, where I spent forever waiting for a downpour to end. Could have ended somewhere far worse to wait it out!
The wallpaper in my hotel room made it feel much more luxurious than it perhaps really was. In any case, it was nice to get up with the sun and have this wallpaper be the first thing I see when I open my eyes.
One pigeon per arch, max. I'm a big fan of the Tube and its old stations.
But some things you miss if you spend most of your time indoors or on the Tube.
I adore London. Day and night. (So much so that I made an artists' book about the city some years ago.)
You can check out an earlier blog post about my favourite London spots if you're still yearning for more!