After my morning geneological adventure, I caught the Tube into town and started noticing all the placards around advising you on your behavoir…am I the only one who’s put off by that?
I wandered over to Covent Garden, which wound up being a huge shopping mecca – cheap souvenirs, nice souvenirs, international chains, tiny little boutiques…
It was quite charming, actually.
Looking through these photos a week later, I realised that the man waving looks just like someone I used to date. Creepy.
Outside of the main covered market, there was a street performer out with an 8′ unicycle.
He drew a pretty large crowd.
There’s a plethora of food shops inside the market, so I stopped at the Battersea Pie Station and picked up a butternut squash & goat cheese pie (the best food combination ever!)
But decided to find a nicer place to eat than in the midst of a food hall.
Told you.
I came across a tiny courtyard that was all vibrant colours and anthropological knick-knacks (and backrubs!).
Leicester Square wound up being the perfect place to sit on the grass, enjoy the pie and just people watch.
Can’t I do this every day?
Hey Naomi, I think we were meant to cross writing paths – this is my old neighbourhood!! I just moved from London to Melbourne last week & it was so great to look through your London pics. LOVE your photos!
That’s the beauty of Matador, I guess! Thank you very much :)
I’m looking for new excuses to get back to London. Like that colourful courtyard. Where did you find it?
It’s called Neal’s Yard!