Entries Tagged as 'Campbell'
Our Roman Wall tour through the City of London this morning opened my eyes to just how great a stamp the Romans left on not only the British Isles as a whole, but the city of London itself. Previous to this walk, I had been under the impression that once they pulled out the only things of Italian origin left in the city were those that had been built specifically by the legions in residence. Perhaps I should have considered that the Romans had been occupying this piece of land for several centuries, much longer than living memory, and so their architecture and culture were all the citizens of Londinium knew. Of course they would have continued to build in the style to which they were accustomed. Despite the Norman conquest in 1066, the city’s Roman roots continue to show through. Several buildings, most notably churches, in the area of Old London are blatently Roman in design. One goes so far to look remarkably like the Pantheon from the front, despite the steeple rising in the back. Even Christopher Wren’s memorial to the Great Fire looks remarkably like the Column of Trajan in Rome, complete with internal stairs and a overlook. And these buildings are not the
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left overs of the Roman occupation, but rather creations of the 16th and 17th centuries, and while we no longer see forums or bath houses, we only need to look to realize that the founders of this city are not as distant as we thought.
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Walthamstow Market
This morning Megan, Mara, and Campbell set off for the Walthamstow Market in the center of Walthamstow Central. Walthamstow Market is the longest consecutive market in the city while by no means the largest. After exiting the train, we were immediately confronted by a large open grass field and a jumbo sized television screen in the center of the square. While this would mostly likely reflect a wealthy upscale neighborhood, the market itself targeted a more middle class to lower class clientele. The majority of people within the market were locals who knew to carry cloth bags or small carts to carry their purchases. This particular market did not cater to tourists, and many of customers were also regulars at produce stalls and small markets. Most items were priced no higher than 8 pounds. The merchants ranged from Cockney to Afro-Caribbean to Middle Eastern. The customers were mainly older women accompanied by young children or older husbands. The market itself is one wide street with stores along both sides and then a center aisle lined with stalls.
Market Stands
The stalls housed “fruit and veg” stands, leather goods, key cutters, clothing, toys, house wares, and fabric. Several of the stalls carried the exact same goods. There was a noticeable difference between the beginning of the street and the end of the market. Towards the front, closest to the bus and train stations, the quality of produce was better and the people running the stalls were mostly white British and then as we walked to the end of the market it became more ethnic. As we progressed, we began to notice the store fronts lining the market were not very well maintained. In the market itself there were a few cafes and food stands, including a rotisserie chicken stand, but the real food was found at the International Food Festival held at the forefront of the market.
Megan rides the kiddie rocket
The food ranged from Asian to German to Latin American, and after sampling goods from several stalls, we found that all the food offered there was exceptional. There were homemade breads and nice cheeses, as well as authentic sausage and even paella. The festival also had several children’s rides, including carousels, rocket ships, and a moon bounce. Megan found the rocket ships to be particularly exciting. The food festival attracted a number of families and couples, and for the first time since arriving in Walthamstow we discovered tourists among the locals.
If you would like to view more photos of the Walthamstow Market or the International Food Festival, please view our slide show: http://s644.photobucket.com/albums/uu163/mliberty2011/Walthamstow%20Market%20Place/?albumview=slideshow
Tags: Campbell · Mara · Markets · Megan
Our day started at the Goodge Street tube stop (no, that is not a bodily orafice). We took the northern line south three stops to Charing Cross, and jumped lines to the Bakerloo for four stops, and we had arrived at Elephant and Castle in the borough of Southwark. We had been warned that it was a questionable area. The reality was far more shocking. Immediately upon exiting the tube, we were approached by a man with a bloody face (no, not that kind of bloody, but a gruesomely literal BLOODY face) asking repeatedly for help. After evading what seemed like a potential mugging (considering that the “victim” didn’t ask the nearby policeman for help) we set off through Elephant and Castle.
A walk through the painfully modern local University ensued. Being a college area there were many take-out and ethnic restaurants. In fact, the area seemed to be predominately lower class, dominated by Afro-Caribbean immigrants. Their culture was further depicted by the murals painted in the subway tunnels (which are walking tunnels, not tubes). We continued our walk into nearby Lambeth, where we found a large obelisk dedicated to King George. Though hesitant to approach and take pictures of the monument as there were several tramps hanging about, we eventually overcame our apprehension. On nearing the structure we were immediately greeted by the bare bum of a homeless man, having just unloaded on said monument. Luckily, he didn’t make it into any of our pictures, though the memory will be burned into our traumatized memories forever.
After this troubling experience we decided that if we didn’t find anything nice within a block, we were returning to central London. Fortunately we stumbled upon a beautiful Tibetan Peace Garden, ironically adjacent to the Imperial War Museum. The center was dominated by a large metal Mandala design. However, the main attraction was off to the side. A pillar quoating the XIV Dalai Lama in four languages (Tibetan, English, Chinese, and Hindi) read as follows:
“We human beings are passing through a crucial period in our development. Conflict and mistrust have plagued the past century which has brought immeasurable human suffering and environmental destruction. It is in the interest of all of us on this planet that we make a joint effort to turn the next century into an era of peace and harmony. May this Peace Garden become a monument to the courage of the Tibetan people and their commitment to peace. May it remain as a symbol to remind us that human survival depends on living in harmony and on always choosing the path of non-violence in resolving our differences.” -May 13, 1999
Considering its location in a diverse community it is especially prominent. The message conveyed by the garden gives hope to the minorities who experience discrimination, not just in London, but throughout the world.
Leaving the gorgeous garden and its Ice Age Tree Path (we’re not sure either), we entered the Imperial War Museum. Located in the building that once housed Bethlem Hospital, it is now a wide open space filled with various instruments of destruction. We chose to explore the morbid and depressing Holocaust Exhibit, which was appropriately desplayed in an age restricted corridor. Though tastefully done it left us feeling rather sad. We left. Returning to the tube station in an attempt to figure out why the stop got its name, we asked a security person whose response was “That’s just its name”. The only clue was a pub located next to the station called The Elephant and Castle. The area was, in fact, named FOR said pub, but admittedly we didn’t know this at the time. We did however make up a highly amusing story to explain the name that we had only ever heard of in Harry Potter. Ask us about it later.
Our return was made on the number 68 bus to Russell Square, and we continued on foot to our hotel, where we collapsed in heaps of exhaustion on our beds and had to be pried off our beds with a shoe horn in time for discussion. Unfortunately, our designated camera had forgotten its memory card reader in its laptop case, so our pictures are currently marooned on said camera. They’ll come up sometime on Monday or Tuesday.
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