Portobello Market
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The people of Portobello
You look wonderful, I told her, may I take your photo? And she smiled.
He sang American Pie with a voice that went straight through my heart.
The most beautiful stranger I've ever met.
Viagra, Pot, Paris, London
(The Good Fairy is a rabbit hole to jewellery wonderland.)
Of course, no trip to Portobello should be without the frivolous Notting Hill fanatic chase (but I was on business... for the Hugh Grant Appreciation Club). I couldnt tell which was The Blue Door, so I took a photo of every blue door I could find..
This has to be it. The Blue Door. Who am I to argue with a sign?
But I secretly wish it could've been this one. Right where we began, only I didn't see it at first. Sign says: " Secret Beer Garden @ the Rear. Come snog in safety, they'll never know!"
Signing off,
your comrade
