This weekend, as we have Kiwi buds staying, and because we’ve never been (in the four years we’ve lived here! Shocking!) we hit the Portobello Road Markets near Notting Hill. I love playing tourist in the city I live in. It makes you remember what it was like when you first arrived. Exciting and shiny and new. Not the 9-5 drab, painful commute you go through every single day, but the amazing scenes and experiences that make London such a stunner of a city.
We took in the beautifully coloured houses, the local buskers banging on their drums and strumming their tennis racquets (!) while breathing in the smells of the musky antiques and the sizzling, hot Bavarian sausages.
I, always sucked in by an antique purchase, bought a beautiful silver cake slice. I love all things old-school for the home and couldn’t resist it. I love the idea that one day, when I’m grown up with a house in New Zealand serving pavlova for friends and family, I will pull out this shiny, silver cake slice and think back to the time I was in London – specifically the day I hit the Portobello Markets.
Being on a Whole 30 diet limited my options in the market – but I spoilt myself with a fresh fruit juice from Joe & The Juice. I had a Sex Me Up – passionfruit, apple and ginger – divine. On the way back through the market we decided to try a Bavarian sausage (no bread, ketchup or mustard was eaten on this trip). The sausage at the time was heavenly. I was starving. However at 2am that night I was in pain. Stabbing, bacteria soaked sausage pains woke me up from my sleep and caused the hypochondriac in me to think I was having a miscarriage. Please note, I am not pregnant, nor are we trying. But the pain was so immense I was having hugely irrational thoughts and the symptoms seemed like those I’ve read in novels or seen in films. Thankfully it was not the miscarriage fear I expected, and it was simply a case of food poisoning. Rancid sausage food poisoning.
A top highlight was bumping into Queen Liz, or so she thought she was. Crown, purse and the wave to boot the Queen impersonator made my day. She smiled and waved and even danced with some kids as the buskers played. I don’t know if she really thought she was the Queen, or if she did it as a way of busking/entertaining the crowds, but she sure pulled in the attention.
If you haven’t been, go. All markets in London offer different things, Portobello definitely offers more of the old school market in my mind, antiques and such. Where others can be more based around trendy things and clothing, this market is a brick-a-brack gold mine.