One of my favorite things to do in London is to find a market I’ve never been to before on a weekend morning and just wander around browsing stalls and people watching. It’s an activity I don’t mind doing alone. I wish I could say I’ve been to all or even the majority of the markets in London, but it’s just not true. I’ve really only been to a small handful. But of that handful, my favorite experience was at Brick Lane Market simply because I felt like I had rounded a corner of London and ended up in an African market.
Here is a description of Brick Lane Market from Wikipedia:
“Almost anything can be found on Brick Lane, from antique books to eight-track cartridge decks (for many years it hosted a stall selling nothing but rusty cog wheels). A large part of its charm is the possibility of such strange discoveries and it has always been popular with and much photographed by art students. Bargain hunters from across London also value it greatly. It is particularly notorious as a place where stolen bicycles are sold.”
It’s gritty. I like gritty. And it’s fabulous for people watching as East meets West.