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Showing posts with label Street Markets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Street Markets. Show all posts
Friday, October 22, 2010
I hope you're REALLY hungry today. 
We're going to Borough Market today! 
I love this location sign. 
Have you ever seen such big wheels of cheese? 
London leafy greens are at Borough Market in depth. 
And plenty of reds... 
Every stall offers tastes too... 
Though not the vegetable stands... 
The signs get you salivating... 
Plus the aromas + visual treats = unbeatable! 
So many savory goodies. The entire planet is represented here in national cuisines.
Of course the very British old favorites like pork pies.
Choosing is the hardest part...
I love these giant vats of steaming delicious foods...
And there are tastes before you buy.
Of course the very British old favorites like pork pies. 
Choosing is the hardest part... 
I love these giant vats of steaming delicious foods... 
And there are tastes before you buy. Most plates of food cost about a fiver...
Cassoulet with cider offered nearby...
Even the signs are delicious at Borough Market...
Simply scrumptcious melty cheese reclette.
Cassoulet with cider offered nearby... 
Even the signs are delicious at Borough Market... 
Simply scrumptcious melty cheese reclette. Miam-miam
Unmelted cheese tastes aplenty...
Gorgeous still lifes just waiting to be painted everywhere.
Unmelted cheese tastes aplenty... 
Gorgeous still lifes just waiting to be painted everywhere.Someone was sitting on the ground sketching...
I went around 11 o'clock just as things were starting to hum.
I went around 11 o'clock just as things were starting to hum.London Bridge Tube station is the best stop to get out at in my opinion.
Not everyone was eating fish & chips, though it surely seemed that way...
There's a nice church nearby where people eat their goodies.
You can buy lovely hand-painted plates to eat off if you prefer...
And of course there were a gazillion sweets on offer. These are from l'Artisan du Chocolat :)
I only saw ONE dog, but it was a very BIG dog.
Not everyone was eating fish & chips, though it surely seemed that way... 
There's a nice church nearby where people eat their goodies.What did I have? I had a scallop shell full of crayfish and a falafel wrap with humus. I showed a little restraint for once...
I was saving myself for Ottolenghi's passion fruit meringue tart. Fortunately I never made it . Well not yesterday anyway...
You can buy lovely hand-painted plates to eat off if you prefer... 
And of course there were a gazillion sweets on offer. These are from l'Artisan du Chocolat :) 
I only saw ONE dog, but it was a very BIG dog. Borough Market is such a big market it requires only big dogs.
It is not to be missed under any circumstances!
GO! And tomorrow is 'Apple Day'
BONJOUR BOROUGH MARKET!
Friday, August 10, 2007
My father always thought he looked a little like the movie star Gary Cooper. Putting this post together I can see a resemblance...
"Coop" was the strong, silent type.And my dad certainly had his quiet moments.
Plus my dad owned The Princess Movie theater in a small town in Iowa during the Depression, so he had plenty of chances to keep an eye on Coop.
My father was 6'2" tall with green eyes, red hair and freckles. Here he is, looking ever the proud groom when he married my mother, a city slicker from the East.
His mother died when he was just 16, so he ran away from home (Iowa).He joined the Royal Canadian air force and flew crates over France.He never got to go to college but he loved to recite Walt Whitman and other poets from memory.
Like me, he had a varied work life. He won ice skating contests, rolled logs, sold ladies shoes until a jilted date walked in the front door and he ran out the back.
He was a terrific dancer and he won my Mom's heart on the dance floor. I was supposed to be a boy, "Charles". So I went with my dad on fishing jaunts, to baseball games and the hardware store. I loved learning to put a worm on the hook and eating ballpark hotdogs. I still love snooping around hardware stores and pastry shops.
My parents used to fight over my future - what would I do when I grew up.My mother wanted me to go to art school, actually fashion design school in fact. My dad nixed that. I could only go if I became an art teacher. I was not consulted...
If they only knew how I've run the gamut
An old generational photo - me, my dog Pumpkin, my father and my two petites nieces, Anabel and Louisa. Recently I found an old letter my dad wrote me a few years before he died...
Dear Carol,Just a note to say all is well including Pumpkin(my poodle), who is enjoying the cool sea breezes. Your itinerary sounds very exciting (I was in North Africa researching a book on souks) and I am sure that you will have a grand time along with your work.
I am so proud of you to have accomplished all of this on your own. I realize how hard it is to break in, in New York, as competition is so keen. You're well on the way and things will come much easier, now that you know how to do things as well as being a full fledged authoress. (ref:Street Markets book)
As you look back you will appreciate the hard work and seemingly unrewarding efforts, but now everything is beginning to fall in place.
Best of luck, drop a card or a little note when you have time
Love
Dad
It does sounds like a letter Gary Cooper would write...
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
OK, another chapter on "MY BRILLIANT CAREER"...On a shoe designing trip to Spain, I took a vacation to Morocco.
I fell in love with the souks and bazaars, took loads of pictures
and dreamt of doing a coffee table book on them. Ever practical, I figured I'd better do a European flea market guide first. Since the shoe company was sending me to London, Paris, and Rome, I piggy-backed flea market research onto the shoe trip. The Mediterranean "book" would have to wait.First day out in London's Bermondsey Market, I met a free-lance dealer, Graham, who became my flea market research assistant. What did I know of antiques. The page shown is from a pull-out section for Mademoiselle magazine. Having no typewriter, I hand printed everything...
Grossett & Dunlap saw the Mademoiselle article and asked me to make it into a book. Off I went to design shoes and drag Graham along to explain silver marks and dealer tips in all the flea markets at the same time. 
Here's a spread from the Paris Puce section..
Next I approached Mademoiselle on the souks and bazaars idea. They were thrilled! And a book contract followed from Grosset. I'd earned my street creds and this time I got comped by all the individual tourist offices to do guest travelwriting in their countries - all expenses paid! I got comped to Turkey, Greece, Tunisia, Isreal, Iran. I joined a group of travel agents to eat my fill of pistachios and caviar. Pas mal.
I had no "research assistant" for this project and mostly used my imagination to come up with stories on the flea markets of Tunisia, Morocco, Turkey, Israel, Greece, Yugoslavia, Iran.
The book went to "blues" (the first publishing test run used for correcting errors etc.) But the 1979 Iran hostage crisis put the kybosh on the Med book and it was shelved.
I went on to do a US flea market guide. First for Mademoiselle and then a 3rd book for Grosset. But problems surfaced. I don't like to drive and it became all writing and little drawing. 
I did articles for Art News and others. Even an illustrated column for a travel magazine. I accumulated a lot of antique junk in the process. But time to move on to another career. To be cont.
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