So, there we were with the heaving masses streaming out of Notting Hill tube station on a very warm Saturday. Once we got past the beautiful terraced houses (one of which George Orwell lived in):
the market proper started. The first section is mainly antiques - both shops and stalls:
and then you come to the food part which I must say is nothing like the stuff that was on offer twenty years ago when I used to visit. There were stalls selling these yummy things:
cauldons of steaming paella:
artisan bread, cakes, olives and many other things set up by enterprising people. There were also the usual fruit and veg stalls too with very good quality stuff actually.
On the way along Portobello Road we stopped at Graham and Green, Books for Cooks of course:
and The Travel Bookshop which is where Hugh Grant's character worked in the film Notting Hill.
Once you get past the food you enter the clothes section which is a mixture of, overpriced in my mind, vintage stuff and newer whacky stuff. Ofcourse, Amber had to fall in love with this dress didn't she:
In July they are having their Class 8 ball and she needs a dress. Sadly, this one was £200!
Three hours later we ended up at the top end of the market where it basically fizzles out but no mind because we were off to The Lisboa Cafe for some of their delicious pastries:
We bought two boxes of the most divinely decadent Portuguese Custard Tarts:
Words cannot describe these I'm afraid and I only wish Typepad had a taste facility so you could all have a peck. They are thick, creamy, sweet and the pastry is to die for. OMG I might have to go and eat one for a mid morning snack - excuse me won't you?
Hmm, that's better. Now where was I? Oh yes, the market. Actually that was it really. We still had a few hours to kill so we walked back down to the tube station and on the way I was tempted by these:
they're basically framed cigarrette cards:
and like so on the back:
I was tempted by so many of them. Oh dear, I feel an obsession coming on as I've already looked them up on eBay.