I wasn't exactly "foaming at mouth" in the Portobello Market on Saturday afternoon, but it was something close to an avid shopper's most excited face. It was a testament to my self-control as I pinned my elbows to my hips and kept my fingers glued to my legs, making sure I didn't touch all the bobbles, clothing, and jewelry in the wide and expansive marketplace. This well-known splendor occurs every Saturday, providing local vendors and artisans with the chance to show off their goods and talents yet another day a week! The range of cultural food, set up in tents with big blown-up pictures of their dishes, could be witnessed simply by trusting your facial structure with the two funny holes. Suddenly the nose became the most important feature known to man as the smells of Indian, Lebanese, British, French, and Eastern European cuisine wafted through the damp air (it rains everyday, literally). I settled for the Indian food and was handed an aluminum tin filled to the brim with rice, salad, and lamb curry. NOM NOM (For all who are not aware and have not yet adopted this important phrase into their vocabulary, nom nom is synonymous with DELICIOUS).
Moments before arriving at the marketplace, Sarah, Victoria, Maggie and I were told that the party we had been invited to for that night was themed "monochrome"; the hosts were hoping that the guests would dress in one solid color (and preferably not every actor's go-to color, black. For the record, almost everyone wore all black to the party). About half the marketplace is dedicated to vintage clothing, so we went trooping through the maze of racks of tacky fur coats, military jackets, hats meant for attending horse races with the Queen, and touristy sweatshirts. Alas, London only has patterned and multi-colored clothing. So while the monochrome clothing mission failed, we still witnessed some of the most outrageous clothing choices and fashion "experiences" vicariously through the worn pieces of cloth.
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