Notes on Notting Hill

I don’t know what it is about autumn but as soon as the dark and never-ending overcast takes over the days, I just feel so tired, worn out and in need for a new shot of inspiration to keep me going. That and many, many cups of hot chocolate. The good Danish one, which my mum sends in care packages from home. Nothing else will do.

I have been so busy trying to keep up with work for Uni and getting over a period of illness that I haven’t been a very active blogger lately. I simply haven’t been able to find the time but I want to change that.

About 1 month ago  (wow, is it really already that long?) my mother and my sister came to visit me in the new flat. My sister had never been to London before, so I was so excited to show her all of my favourite places; Bloomsbury, Covent Garden, Soho and the West End (Primark being an obvious stop), and I also took them both to Camden Lock Market as neither had been there before.

My favourite part of their visit however, apart from getting to spend some much missed time with them, was to go to Portobello Road Market. I can’t believe that after 4 different holidays in London a few years ago and living here for over a year now I still hadn’t seen it before!

So I was pretty excited as we walked out of the station and walked down Portobello Road. Of course it was just as busy and crowded as the guide books says and yes, there were a lot of tourists, all stopping in the middle of the road to look at those famous pastel-coloured houses and taking pictures in front of the famous blue door from ‘Notting Hill’. But I still loved it!

Despite all the people it was really nice walking slowly down the street with my mum and sister, while we looked at all the second-hand and antique stalls, not to mention the different coloured houses in pink, mint and lavender. I fell a little bit in love with all the cute mews and wish I could have a little own mew flat of my own. Oh, if only I won the lottery.

I had expected to see a lot more flowers and vegetable stalls (like the movie, I suppose) but I was surprised to find so many different kinds of vintage cameras in all shapes and sizes, including old box cameras and dated polaroids. (Seriously, I need to get myself an instax camera to get photos with that vintage feel!). It was also pretty funny to see old boxing gloves and old school tin soldiers, like the kind my dad probably played with when he was a child. We also checked out a lot of the silverware, as I’m on the hunt for a good set of cake forks and my mum needs a silver toast rack for our breakfasts in the cabin in Sweden but neither of us found the right thing. Maybe next time.

We were all pretty exhausted by the end of the day, especially my sister who isn’t so used to the rushing crowds of the city. But too be honest, neither am I, now that I live in the suburbs. *


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