March 21, 2011

The Portobello Market - Not A Model Travel Diaries

After leaving lovely Paris, I was hit with the realization that I was on the last leg of my trip.

Naturally, I got a bit down. I mean who wants to say goodbye to Europe and hello again to their cubicle? When we got back to London, Nisha told me that we should check out the famous Portobello market.

The Portobello market stretches for 2 miles right in the heart of Notting Hill. Yes, I went back to Notting Hill. We only intended to spend an hour or so there and continue sightseeing, but we ended up spending 4 hours walking and shopping.

There were stands upon stands of everything you could imagine: hand crafted antiques, old fashioned cameras, vintage fur coats, pearls and baubles and beads, boatloads of scarves and hats and trinkets and treasures. We even saw a stunning bride who was taking photos smack in the middle of the madness.

The best part was no one shouted at you to buy their things. There was no bartering or pushiness that I've experienced at other outdoor markets.  People young and old perused slowly, ate and politely walked through the crowds.

There were frying pans of giant fist sized prawns and tables of stuffed chorizo and pepper sandwiches. The food options were endless. I chose to eat a piece of spanakopita for under £3 while Nisha munched on a mushroom and cheese crepe. The smell of thick Belgian waffles lingered everywhere but we opted for straight from the oven red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing for dessert. I swooned over bunches of fresh daffodils and organic vegetables that held the colours of a box of Crayola markers.

I went picture crazy. I took photos of EVERYTHING. Literally, I snapped up every fried fish, every pin box, every ratty scarf, nothing skipped my lens.

My favourite purchases of the trip were from the market. I bought postcards, a new horse printed scarf, a tote bag, pens, a souvenir bear for Little and this beautiful vintage ivory dress that I can't wait to wear.

I want to thank Nisha for putting up with me and being patient. She did not complain when I tried on 17 different dresses or stopped to take my millionth photo of silver spoons. It was near impossible to choose which photos to include in this post as I had so many favourites. I felt like a grandmother who was asked to pick her favourite grandchildren.

Okay, well at least a bad grandmother who finally admits *gasp* that she does have favourites...


  1. Grandmothers have favourites? who would have thought!!??
    love all of these pics! Feel like i was there!

  2. I still love that pepper picture the best! And I want one of those vintage cameras!