Home Time

Walked to Spitalfields Market at lunchtime to get some more gluten flour for Master F but forgot the camera in my rush to escape from the office. Got lost but walked though Petticoat Lane Market and remembered going to the market as a child. My father wouldn't recognise it now as it predominantly has brightly coloured ethnic clothes and lots of suitcases. I always used to come home with some glued together shells that when left to soak in a glass of water, the glue dissolved and out floated some little paper flowers. I was always impressed

Note that the markings on the road are still there.