Borough Market

The oldest and greatest market in London, the Borough Market has been operating at its current location for 250 years, but was established during the Roman occupation. I went thinking I wasn’t going to buy much, and ended up with an armload of expensive treats.

I couldn’t resist buying a large ball of fresh buffalo mozzarella from Campagna. It is nothing like the fresh mozzarella I’ve had in Canada. I just had a piece accompanied by some prosciutto, a slice of Poilane bread and some lovely lettuce that I found at the market called Brown Spotted Trout (as in the fish, the vendor kindly informed me).

I also picked up some chantrelles, a bottle of artisanal cider and a lemon almost as big as my head.

smoked garlic!

The crowd was starting to thicken and I’d thought I had had enough, so I made a quick exit only to stumble upon Neal’s Yard Dairy on a side street. I bought myself some real butter, straight from a happy cow. Slathered some on a piece of the Poilane sourdough as soon as I got home…delightful. Also got some Neal’s Yard yogurt to go with the english raspberries that are so perfectly ripe at the moment.

"m'am, please stop photographing the cheese"

Battersea Power Station

From the Couch

Today is my only day off this week and I am determined to spend as much time sitting down as possible. The day started with a good two-hour sit on the sofa with a cup of Nescafe and a book of short stories by Rudyard Kipling. I was then forced to leave the house briefly to go to the post office and the grocery store, where I purchased a bottle of Chablis to celebrate. I’m back on the couch now and am contemplating going to a movie at the Chelsea Cinema later on tonight.

Yesterday I worked like a fiend for 16 hours without a break OR a meal. I was fairly stressed out for the better part of the day and I could barely make it to the bus stop at the end of it. On the bright side, it was the first day in four that I didn’t get a bollocking. Let’s hope this trend continues.

Slow News Day

Belgravia

Outside St Paul’s Cathedral

Frank

who is Frank?

Greenwich in the Meantime

Adventures of Allison and I

British Museum

How to Pack

With two days left in the country, it would probably be wise to start packing my things. Condensing all of my personal belongings into one mid-sized backpack is harder than I remember it being on previous trips. I seem to be bringing a lot more stuff with me this time.