I love this post by Cristian Mihai because it resonates with me on so many levels. It’s beautiful and sad to read but I’ve felt this way for a long time. I know people who suffer more than I do and I know people who suffer much less no matter what life throws at them. I am in a place where I recognise the suffering and I know with a certain conviction that this is just how it is. You can only go on living. And trying. To lead a good life. That’s all. I think..? 🙂
So the fascinating thing about drinking in London is that you get to drink in some places that have been in existence for over a hundred of years. It’s an amazing experience.
I love the pubs here, right from the point of entrance where pots of flowers hang from over the doors to the over crowded interior to the backyards where people stand huddled together drinking and smoking any day of the week. It must be the cold. The elbow to elbow thing is really consistent here even in pubs. Everyone’s extremely polite and nice but no one cares too much about personal space. I also love that no one’s allowed to smoke inside so everyone who smokes stand on the porches by the side of the road hunched against the cold, stomping on the ground.
We heard about Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese from a friend who lives here AND a tour guide we met on the way to Bath and we immediately wanted to check it out.
At first glance, it looked as if it was closed, there was no light coming from inside. There were two brits standing near the road smoking and I cautiously approached them when once asked if I was alright. I asked them if the pub was opened , what I thought it being a Monday and everything it might have been closed. He chuckled as if to ask me not to be ridiculous and pointed to a door in the alley running down by the side of the road and said “it is definitely open. Why we were just drinking in there!” Me and Darling went in and I must confess, it’s just what I imagined it to be. It appears to be small and is a bit dark , it has lots of wooden tables and benches.
Ye Olde is over four hundred years old ! The interior doesn’t look like much, but it has lots of old paper clippings and art attached to its walls. I love that they haven’t changed the pub to suit the modern times.
It is famous for being one of the oldest pubs in London and also for all the literary giants who frequented this watering hole and one of them is said to be the great Charles Dickens. 🙂 As me and Darling got our ale and sat in a dark corner by a wooden table , I could clearly see how Dickens would have sat there brooding over his gloomy characters. *grin*
If you are in London, don’t forget to check this place out, I am positive you will love it as much I did. It’s on Fleet street .
I was at the Science museum today, and it was so crowded, bursting at the seams with KIDS. Argh. I wonder why people have them. Do they know what they are getting into ?
Anyway . After I got out of the museum , I walked around the block glad that the sky was clear but a little upset that my ears were ringing from the cold cold wind.
I walked across the street looking for something warm to drink and a bite to eat and stopped at this perfectly charming tiny cafe by the side of the road.
This too, not unlike the science museum , was bursting at the seams with people sitting inside and out having their meals, and a lot of people were standing outside trying to get in as well.
I somehow got myself a table, squeezed in between two couples who seemed as if they were half way through their meal.The couple to my left were talking about music and theatre , the girl sounded like a professional singer. She talked about the gigs to come, her travelling abroad, and the boy talked animatedly about the music he was learning at the university. Which one, I don’t know. It was awkward to me because back in Sri Lanka, you won’t find anyone seated that close to each other in any of the restaurants of cafes or coffee shops. Here, no one seems to care. After the music couple left two old ladies sat next to me, as I ate through my honey roasted ham sandwich and sipped the most beautiful spice chai latte I’ve ever tasted. The old ladies talked about seeing as many broadway plays as possible in the season and their summer plans for next year. I felt bad, but really there was no way to get away from any of them. Right across the little cafe, tables were crammed in side by side, everyone seated elbow to elbow. There was a chinese family at the far end, the mother holding on to one end of a friendship bracelet the daughter on the other side of the table was braiding. There was sunlight streaming through, and the chai, it really was beautiful.
So me and Darling were going to see the Westminster abbey and the Buckingham palace on foot from Waterloo. On the way, we stumbled on this absolutely charming street food market. We couldn’t stop because we’d lose out on time but we decided to eat there on the way back. We loved it so much we went there twice that weekend.
It’s called the Real food market, and it’s full of food sellers who produce their supplies organically and are small timers. And we loved it ! It’s sheer joy to just walk among the food stalls looking at what they have to offer, taking in the mouth watering aroma of the atmosphere, sipping mulled wine , which btw is just the thing I needed in that horrid weather.
The real food market happens from Friday to Sunday at the Southbank Centre. Check it out if you are in the area. You won’t be disappointed. 🙂
So I am in London. With my husband who is here on work. I took time off from work and came with him.
While being away from home and everyone there that I love is hard, this is doing us good, and I just love London. ( Minus the weather. I hate the weather here. brr ) I could live here for an year and I still wouldn’t be done being amazed at what it has to offer.
Anyway, one of the reasons I love London is it’s markets. They are such a delight to stroll through and they are as amazing as I have imagined them to be.
At the suggestion of a friend who lives here, we went to the Borough market in Central London. Here are some pics . Enjoy !
Before we head off to dinner , I thought I’ll quickly pen this down. Type it down I mean. What.
This year has been an exceptionally awful one to bear. Sadness prevailed in every nook and corner but it also meant that I learned a lot of things, by which I mean, I learned to let go. Learned to let people fight their own battles and support them but not try and live their lives for them. This is hard, when you love them and you think you can clearly see what is right for them, but in truth, you don’t know the first thing about what is good for them. Maybe you do, a bit. But that doesn’t give you any right to interfere.
Also, the underlying sadness , you start to see it everywhere, and you see how it is consistent in it’s presence. Some people, it seems to me are born lucky, that they don’t feel it all that much. I , feel it in my bones.
But , it also means that I can see beauty in the smallest smallest things. I can see how people, throughout history created beauty, insisting on it, making art and music and love. And hot chocolate. And how they decided to go to the beach or plant a garden. I see how it helps, to put on makeup, or paint one’s nails, or to dress up taking good care to smile at yourself in the mirror. It helps to smile.
When good news comes, it comes by chance, ( and sometimes by hard work , yes ) and when it does, I no longer jump up and down and congratulate myself and make a big deal. I am now capable of smiling and acknowledging the happiness and embracing the days given to me with as much grace as I can muster.
“The most terrifying thing about the universe is not that it is hostile but it is indifferent. But if we can come to terms with this indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.” – Stanley Kubrick