Nearly There...

Another lazy morning, sir? Why thank you, that will do nicely. James was off down to the leather shop again to pick up his custom-made jacket so that gave me another lazy morning to chill out and relax my way into the day. He didn’t leave til almost 11:00am and it was gone 1:00pm by the time he returned, just as I was about to tuck into mu “lunch” of a slab of chocolate spongecake. I had been happily watching the Arsenal v Reading game on the telly (a game that salvaged only a little bit of pride from a near-appalling game week thanks to Santi Cazorla) but now it was time to leave and get down the markets.

A short taxi ride and we were back in the south of the city, ready to hit the markets again. We got dropped off by the CST train station, which just looks amazing from the outside (not sure what the inside is like!). A short walk down the street led us onto Fashion Street. There were a few too many jeans, pants and shoes on sale for my liking as that just wasn’t what I was after at all. We did manage to pick up a few little things along the way, but not exactly what we went down there for. On the wander down to the other market nearby we took a shortcut through another park with a lot of cricket games going on, with a dash of football thrown in for good measure. The shortcut turned out not to be, so we had to do a 180 and go back out the way we came in, but we had time on our hands so we didn’t mind so much.

Name on a grain of rice, sir?

We found the other market and wandered through the maze of material shops offering us everything from reams of silk to tailor-made suits and shirts. It was a bit of a madhouse in there to be honest and we had numerous people telling us that they had the best shop and we should follow them, but they all turned out to be dead herrings. By this point time was getting away with us and it was hot and musty in there so we made for the exit and jumped in a taxi back to the hotel. As it was rush hour it took a little longer than usual, but we made it back in time for another slap-up meal in the hotel restaurant. 

Market No 2...if you see what I mean