Oh but I do love a London market. 🙂 GoodTravelerKarma readers know that Borough Market is one of my favorite places in the city, and I tend to make it a required stop when I’m meeting visitors or I have tourists in town (Spoiler Alert: Mum is going to experience it next week).
So when my colleague told me about Columbia Road Flower Market, a lively outdoor market held on Sundays, I had to add it to my list of spots to try. On an uncharacteristically sunny and mild February Sunday in London, I headed up to Columbia Road via Shoreditch High Street . The road itself is a bit tucked away in between some housing blocks about 10 minutes walk from Brick Lane. You can’t miss that you’re in east London with all of the artistic graffiti identifying this eclectic bit of the city.
On market day, Columbia Road is easy to find – just follow the crowds and watch those who have already purchased head the other direction with bundles of beautiful flowers. It surprised me that the road itself in only a couple of short blocks long – I expected more I suppose, given the scope of markets like Borough and Spitalfields.
There’s not much else to do but simply join the crush of visitors, slowly working your way past the booths of fresh flowers. The basic deal is three bunches for £10, where I picked up some ranunculus (white and pink) and vibrant yellow mimosa. The market does bleed into the sidewalks, making it a tight squeeze to get into any of the little shops. There are a wide range of antique shops and several cute little eateries and coffee stops – one of which is literally just a one-person counter with a queue out into the street.
After I perused the options a couple of times, I settled on an afternoon snack at Cakehole, a little café tucked in the back of an antique store called Vintage Heaven. I chose my favorite Victoria Sponge and a cappuccino, charmingly served at communal tables on mismatched china.
After my snack, and purchasing the flowers, I had a final stop at a little wine bar on the corner of Columbia Road and Ravenscroft Street. I’m not entirely sure what the metal sign with a wine bottle turned into a pig has to do with the name, Brawn, but I liked it. It was quite quiet in this little bar, a nice change from the bustle outside. A little glass of wine to bolster me up and it was off to meet a friend in Shoreditch. It was a charming (if not crowded) little Sunday.
© Jennifer Konopasek and GoodTravelerKarma, 2014.