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things i love about london
borough market was crazy at the weekend, but i did enjoy taking a look around. i'd definitely go with a huge shopping basket if i lived there.
the vegetables were gorgeous, if a bit pricey
everyone talks about how london's dining scene has really improved. with a few exceptions, though, they're still best at doing the traditional things like pies, bangers+mash, and smoked fish. i also had some very good cheese on this trip. (below: la fromagerie in marylebone)
scones with clotted cream and jam are my favorite. and what's better than traditional afternoon tea service at claridge's? well, how about waking up to the smell of butter and discovering that your friend has just taken some scones out of the oven, just in time for breakfast?
the vegetables were gorgeous, if a bit pricey
everyone talks about how london's dining scene has really improved. with a few exceptions, though, they're still best at doing the traditional things like pies, bangers+mash, and smoked fish. i also had some very good cheese on this trip. (below: la fromagerie in marylebone)
scones with clotted cream and jam are my favorite. and what's better than traditional afternoon tea service at claridge's? well, how about waking up to the smell of butter and discovering that your friend has just taken some scones out of the oven, just in time for breakfast?
the new saatchi gallery
The latest show at the Saatchi Gallery (The Empire Strikes Back -- Indian Art Today) was awesomely curated. My favorites were Subodh Gupta's U.F.O. using Indian brass water pots (above) and Huma Mulji's Arabian Delight (bottom), a taxidermy camel that's meant to be a humorous comment on perceptions of Pakistan.
hackney, london
after marrakech, it was london. my mind was still clinging to the bright colors of marrakech... which might be why my camera was so drawn to this gentleman's scarf.
smelling marrakech
one of the things i'll remember most about marrakech is the variety of scents. it was orange blossom season, so it seemed like the whole city was wearing a soft, honey-citrus fragrance. the spice market was filled with rich, sweet scents of cumin, rose petals, sandalwood, anise... until you turned the corner into the leather slippers-and-handbags gallery and you're suddenly hit with the heady smell of raw hide. it made sense that this is where serge lutens gets his inspirations.
now you see her...
now you don't...
moroccan women don't like being photographed. i even had women far out of the range of my shots yell at me: "no photo!" sometimes i took photos of them from far away, with their backs toward me.
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