I've been ill. I've been so ill, in fact, that, for the first time in years, I took sick leave. I've been feeling rather sorry for myself – – especially considering that I had to work this weekend because we have a massive marketing drive and we needed all the extra hands we could get. Grumble grumble. But today, I've had enough. Today, we are going to be positive. We needed a market. Nothing cures the blues like a good market meander.
We started off returning some shopping at a nearby shopping mall, and G craved Burger King so we had a quick stopover. We don't get BK in SA – – it looks like McDonald's, but the burgers taste like Steers burgers. Junk food!
This never ceases to amaze me. Pictured above is FANTA ORANGE. Yes. It looks like carbonated Oros.
We ended up at the Old Spitalfields Market at Liverpool Street. It's a lovely market, full of things you don't need. Rings, scarves, dresses, useless jewellery, pretty trinkets, magic tricks…
Some ladies playing with the bunny statues outside.
And a bus spa on the go! The last time we were here it was a bus restaurant, and before that, a bus shop.
It's a very arty market, I like it. Look at those lovely archway decorations! I have no idea what the proper name for them is, but they're nice to look at all the same. Just below this is a mobile art gallery with loads of very beautiful london-themed art. Mmm.
I keep walking past this shop, and today, we went in.
A chocolate tower that looks like a Croquembosche tower! yumma!
And jars of chunky chocolate.
And packets of fudge… We walked out with a bag of white chocolate buttons and a slab of Wicked Chocolate – – Venezuelan milk chocolate with hazelnuts. Mm. They also had interesting combinations like chilli, ginger and white chocolate or dark chocolate with orange and lime zest.
G found a stall that sold slices of real Italian pizza. The pizza here is … not exceptional. For those of you at home, pizza here is like Scooters Pizza, when all you want is a Barruso's pizza!
Trust G to be the only guy n the marketing staring at the car rather than at the draped mannequin! After I took this photo, about four hundred guys walked up to the mannequin and photographed her. Not all at once, of course, but surreptitiously and in quick succession.
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