Portobello Road

[dropcap]W[/dropcap]hen the sun is shining, it can feel like there’s no finer place to be than London. Years ago, I lived near Portobello Road and would spend a weekend afternoon eating piping hot churros from a street stall, right there on the pavement. It’s been ages since I had ventured West, and with the sun out in full force I was excited to explore the old neighbourhood![vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13331″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13330″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13318″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13319″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13498″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I always walk by the pastel shade houses and think to myself what it must be like to live in there and to have every passerby snap a photo outside your door. I would probably be constantly stalking my house on Instagram.

It also makes me think that I would not be mad if I came home to find my house painted a pastel pink or blue.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13304″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13321″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13323″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13326″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13300″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13310″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]There was no real agenda walking down Portobello Road. It just makes for a nice mooch, nosing around trinkets and pretty shop fronts.

Portobello has a flow; first the antiques, then the food stalls, and then by the time you get to the bridge, its vintage clothes galore. With Carnival rearing up soon, there was a guy on the street playing a steel drum, which in my head is the perfect Notting Hill theme tune.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13307″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13312″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13325″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13306″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13301″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13316″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Because it was a scorching hot summer day, and of course I had chosen that very day to wear my skinny jeans, I had to declare a time out to cool down right there on the pavement. It was shady, the concrete was cool, and I didn’t care how nuts it looked. To be fair, if you want to be a crazy eccentric, Portobello Road is a fine place to be.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13313″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13296″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13294″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13297″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The market stalls start to wind down around 4 o clock- the food and flower stalls start to flog their wares for a knocked down price and the crowds start to thin out, so if it’s a bargain pastry or peony that you’re after, now’s the time to come.

It was nice to venture back to this part of London I called home for a couple of years. It’s a beautiful part of town, but spending time here also made me realise, it’s no longer ‘my’ part of town and I was happy with that.  An evening stroll through Hyde Park and an ice tea later, I was on the tube back East, back to my ends that did feel like home.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

Author: Angela Shek

just a clueless mama in East London

8 thoughts on “Portobello Road”

  1. PORTOBELLO ROAD, PORTOBELLO ROAD, LALALALALAAAAA…. (I forget the rest of the words, but I have that song stuck in my head now!!)

    Love love loooove these photos Ange. You really managed to capture the chaotic-ness of it all! I heart Portobello market, but the hoards of people always puts me off… xx

    Little Miss Katy

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