Spitalfields Market

As I moonlight as a tour guide during my parents visit, I figured I’d post this well overdue trip to Spitalfields Market. If everyone is still standing at the end of “Bailey’s Tour of London” (please email me in advance for rates and availability, and plan to bring your favorite walking shoes!) I will detail their visit – but let it be known, they were on a very strict excel timesheet of activities. More to come on that…for now let’s journey back in time a bit to the weekend after the big storm.

Finally a break in the cold weather, I guess I now have to resume my running “regimen.” I decided I wanted to make it a nice long one on a sunny Sunday morning. I chose the route carefully, along the tube line of course, just in case I decided that was enough for me! The end goal – Spitalfields Market! I had heard amazing things about their market, and even better things about their nearby infamous Brick Lane Indian food. Seeing as it was circa 10am by the time I got there, I decided to do the market first and wait for a more respectable hour to try my hand at curry.

 

I got to the market (7 miles later, and a few internal battles with myself as to whether or not I should give up and get on the tube) right as they were setting up shop. Or so I thought. The clientele was a little scruffier than I imagined and a lot of the “treasures” were coming from garbage bags that seemed to have fallen from trucks beholden of some less than legal wares. It was like a EURO Canal Street, complete with your whispering vendors telling you the real goods were just behind the truck if I were to follow him a ways down the street.

After giving it a few more blocks, chalking it up to it being the European way, I realized it wasn’t getting much better the farther I went, and this was certainly no market I had been expecting. Stop in place.  U-turn. Out of there.

So I finally found my way to the real market and began my walk from stall to stall. This place had everything (legally) for sale! Something for everyone!

Yum yums for Kate (on her birthday!!!)

Fancies for Annie! (This may have been were the original in fact came from!)

And a very special little purchase I made which had my very own post code on a card holder – a necessity for my daily commute and Oyster Card holder/work ID. It's cooler thank it looks. Hand stitched from the pages of a London A-Z Guide. 

 

English word of the day: Lorry = truck. Like the ones that housed the stolen wares of Spitalfield Canal Street sidewalks. 

Back to the spreadsheet grind...my parents should have invested in pedometers.