We started our day with a ride on the 77 bus to Portobello Road. I know. It's not that far, but septuagenarians needs must. There are loads of sellers but none of the antiques vendors seen on Saturdays. A guy sold me a hat. WTF? I never wear hats, but this one is handsome. We bumped into Annie who took us to a killer Israeli restraunt, just one street off Portobello: Miznon, where the food was served right on the table. We headed east on a Central-Line train to the heart of the City, which was very calm compared to the West End. We felt compelled to visit St. Dunstan's in the East, our favorite little island of calm. The Circle Line was our friend and brought us back to Notting Hill Gate for a few supper purchases, and now we are cooling our heels.
"Place where the riches of ages are sold," but not
today -- just stuff, no antiques
The veg is always colorful and attractive
Dickie on the Central Line (photo: Annie)
Cracking place for lunch
"May I put salt and pepper on the table?" "Of course."
"Oh! you meant ON the table"
Pita sandwiches, roasted cauliflower, and a bag of beans
with a tahini dipping sauce
New buildings popping up like mushrooms in the City
Leadenhall Market
Dickie still loves him some Lloyds of London (photo Annie)
I love the exposed guts of the building
Two popular influencers at St. Dunstan's (photo: Annie)
The influencers are really just old people far from home
Lovat Lane, not to be confused with Lovers' Lane
Wren's monument to the Great Fire of 1666
In a very unscientific taste test, Marks and Spencer's Madagascan
Vanilla custard (left) beat Waiterose's: much more delicious --
so now we know
Who knows what tomorrow may bring, but no matter, there will be more.
OXO
D.
4 comments:
That hat better not be just a traveling thing. I expect it to be a regular accoutrement! Tres tres chic!!
What Anna said!-Maren
Or whom ever made the above comment
I cannot tell a lie… It was uncle Rod!
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