the day i discovered columbia road part 1
One of those parts of London that have always been there, known to everyone, but me. Columbia Road is 'the other Brick Lane'. That's how I see it anyway. On Sundays, when it hosts the world famous flower market, it rivals Brick Lane in rowdiness. For some reason, a disproportionate number of French people go there, which is awesome I guess.
In a shop there I saw the most exquisite plaster and stone ornaments and sculpture. In the same week many hostile pieces of legislation were passed across African nations, I found ironic the figure of two African men facing each other as if engaging in something that would get them in a lot of trouble in Nigeria or Uganda. I pointed this out to the store minder. He laughed. Neither he nor I knew if the juxtapositioning was deliberate. Apart from the multicoloured caesars, there was also controversy looming right at the back of one of the shelves where the bust of a certain moustached Austro-German leader of old sat quietly. It was too dark for my 200 speed film.