Several weeks ago, I visited Portobello Market in Notting Hill. It was one of those rare sunny days in London, when the skies gleam blue and even the biting gusts of wind can’t dispel the sweet warmth of the sun. It was that sort of day.
We had journeyed for nearly an hour in the underground to travel to this posh bit of the city. The streets in Notting Hill were so wide and airy. It seemed so colorful compared to the Borough–not many sober brick buildings, but rather an abundance of pastel-painted houses.
I quite liked this tea stand. The floral patterns on the tea cups are the motif of every granny’s fantasy bedroom set.
This flower stand was so inviting that I was tempted to buy a few hyacinths. I kind of just wanted to walk into the nook in the middle, sit down, and take it all in.
I found so many quirky vintage goodies. I even discovered a shop — whose name I forget — that sold the most delicate, beautiful lace, it could make the most hedonist bachelorette hear wedding bells.
We finished off our day with snacks, and I enjoyed an enormous Brazilian churro, sprinkled with powdered sugar and filled with hot dulce de leche.
Outdoor markets are one of my favorite things about London.