Showing posts with label notting hill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label notting hill. Show all posts

Friday, November 09, 2007

Car for anorexics...


Originally uploaded by sf2london.

Sorry. Bad joke. But seriously, this is pushing the whole motorized wheelchair thing a bit far, don’t you think? And while it’s so diminutive the driver could have pulled right up to the till at Tesco, they didn’t. Got out and walked into the store. To me it seems like something out of Wallace & Gromit. Or France...

Friday, November 02, 2007

Two days later


Originally uploaded by sf2london.

Gone. Almost without a trace. And I never even got a chance to take a picture of the “hardware store” window at the Progresso coffee shop. Oh, well...

Monday, December 11, 2006

Found Art


Originally uploaded by sf2london.

London is littered with found art moments... This one was brought to you by some construction debris in Notting Hill.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Not 9-11

On Saturday there were hardly any people at the Portobello Road Market. At first we thought this was because the city had been subdued by Thursday's terrorist attacks. It turns out that the more likely cause was that two of the tube lines serving Notting Hill Gate weren't operating, making it difficult for people to get there. After morning errands we took a bus to Turnham Green and then the part of the District Line that's still working to Kew. Steven hadn't been to Kew Gardens yet and as I predicted it shifted his perspective on London. We had a moment of homesickness in the redwood grove. Then we met Craig & Kath for dinner at a place in Fitzrovia, very close to Tavestock Square. After dinner we walked through Soho, Covent Garden and Mayfair, which were all very lively.

On Sunday Steven & I walked up through Notting Hill, North Kensington, Kensal Green and Kensal Rise to Queens Park (which had a very Park Slope-y feeling). We found the schmancy main drag of Salusbury Road and then headed over to Kilburn High Road, at the top of which we hopped on a train to Hampstead Heath. We had lunch in Hampstead and then wandered over to the bathing ponds, where Steven took a dip. Then we took the Northern Line back down to Soho to watch the throngs of people and have some dinner.

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On all the news programs you keep hearing, "Well, we had the IRA." And there are also Blitz references, as in "I was worried about my mum, who lives in the area. But when I tried to track her down, she was at her dance class. Well, she survived the Blitz -- I guess this isn't going to stop her." The only visible change in the city is that tube stations display revised maps with the Circle Line and parts of the Metropolitan, District, Piccadilly, and Hammersmith & City Lines greyed out. There's less grey with each passing day.

It felt like 9-11 changed the world. This just makes me think the change is permanent.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Out & About

Instead of searching for an eyebrow merkin as Kath suggested, I tried to get a few errands done today. Leaving home and heading for Westbourne Grove in Notting Hill, the first thing one passes is the terrace filled with Chanel-clad lunching ladies at Julie's. That's where I saw Alan Cumming last time and where you tell your driver to take you if you want to get to our house without any extra explaining. Up a little hill and around Steven's church one passes Annie Lennox's place:

Annie's place

Stopped by the post office on ("in") Westbourne Grove to collect 3 packages for Steven, but one of them (from his mom) had already been sitting there for 3 weeks so they sent it back. Then I went to Fresh & Wild for organic rice milk, organic black currant yogurt, organic muscovado sugar -- you know, the usual stuff. I thought muscovado sugar was going to be like brown sugar, but in fact it's like crystalized molasses. Can't wait to put some on my oatmeal -- excuse me, my "porridge". Also stopped at Tesco Metro for some basics, picked up a copy of Loot (where I hope to find a cheap used bicycle), got a shepherd's pie and some Neal's Yard cheddar at Lidgate the butcher, contact lens solution at the "chemist" (I have to wear contacts so I can cover the missing brow with aforementioned gigantic sunglasses). I wonder how fast eyebrow hairs grow?