On Sunday we decided that a long overdue trot around Brick Lane was in order. Primarily to look around fabric shops, but also as I had heard that on a Sunday there is quite a buzz.
We started off midday and quickly abandoned the fabric shops, to submerge ourselves in the vibe that was going on. It was the best fun – Ever. The day was warm, note the people walking around in tshirts, shorts and sandals, the colours were bright, the smells magnificent and the textural qualities of the buildings made for an inspirational day. We wandered at will and found something new with every few steps.
I loved these peacock feathers.
Beautiful old red brick factories had been opened up to form indoor markets three of which were food emporiums. I think most cultures were covered, there were probably a hundred vendors in various locations selling food to eat on the go, not including the restaurants and tiny cafes that were also doing a brisk trade.
Just a few photos of the types of food on offer in this particular building, we never made it in to two of the others.
I loved the pictorial tiles. There were pictures at every turn.
This stork was magnificent.
And this creature, the detail that had gone into it, fantastic.
We loved the balance in this picture. To do something this big to look so perfect, well, I don’t have the words, just Wow.
This empty shop’s window was white washed on the inside and the picture scratched into it.
And how could we ignore the Greyhounds. Then we took a gentle walk around to the Columbia Road Flower Market which is only open on a Sunday. It was four o’clock by this point and we wondered if we were going to be too late. Although some stall holders were already packing up, the fresh flower people were still going strong.
So many pretty spring bulbs to choose from. All being sold off very cheap. Three bunches for a fiver is what most were selling at. But I always find the wandering around is the best part of the fun.
Or as we like to call it, ‘don’t peak too early’.
Although it was very hard to resist, and I was making mental notes on where to rush back to. I’ve got another fifty photographs of the flower market, this is just a snap shot, it is huge and it is amazing.
Every stall was as beautiful as the one before.
And I really could have done with a troop of men to carry my goodies home.
We settled on three bunches of old fashioned spray roses in a delicate hue for a tenner!
Do you like my flower seller?
There were some lovely shops,
this a shop selling new items for the kitchen and home,
and this was stuffed to the gills with items for the kitchen/dining room to bring back memories or wish you owned.
We stopped for a beer Hubby and I enjoying the evening sun.
And then took a gentle stroll to the tube, discovering treat upon treat,
I have no idea what this bush is called.
This forsythia was a most wondrous beauty.
And then we came to a jaw droppingly beautiful specimen tree.
It was such a beautiful day – in March !!!