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Lazy Blogger, Victoria Park Market

Dear friends,

I am lazy, particularly when the sun is shining. Sometimes though, I wonder about my version of lazy vs. other people's version of productive. Perhaps a topic for someone else's blog. Back down to business... Here are some photos of what you'll find in Victoria Park's new farmers' market come September. Like I mentioned the other day, Johanna and I were there for their trial run and had a delightful time. (I might ask Johanna if I can publish some of her photos as they are much better than mine!) Enjoy! I know I did...

I took home two different cheeses from the very attractive cheesemonger.

Johanna and I enjoyed our Bratwursts. The photos of me and the bratwursts are a little dirty. Sehr interessant. Ich hab kein Deutsch mit dem Bratwurstmeister gesprochen. Schade!

And the sign outside Victoria Park's own Ginger Pig. Stop in and say hi to Borat for me.

Bakery: Loafing

Loafing
Corner of Lauriston Rd and Victoria Park Road
E9
Tel: Unknown!

Date of Last Visit: Sunday, June 29th

The Victim: Johanna

The Damage: £2

The Background: Johanna is being her awesome self and helping me out with a special project somewhat related to my blog. See, I need a good photograph of myself. And Johanna takes great pictures.

We meet up out front the Turkish deli (Elbows?) in Victoria Park, and  there's a new farmer's market underway right there on the pavement. The usual suspects are all present...the German Deli, Neal's Yard, The Isle of Wight tomato guys. There's a nice little village-y feel and everyone seems to know each other, an odd feeling in London and one that makes me want to move to Victoria Park immediately, despite the crummy transport options. Johanna has me wander among the stalls so she can grab some candid snaps and I try not to feel too self-conscious.

We spend some time in and around the new bakery on the corner, Loafing, which just opened up two weeks ago. It's very cute and clean and bright. We buy two little fairy cakes and people start to wonder what we're doing with all this photo-taking. Somewhere in between, I let the butcher at The Ginger Pig shamelessly flirt with me. Apparently, his name is Borat, which is unfortunate.

The Verdict: Isn't it always so? In the end, it was the first picture of me that Johanna took that I chose. Maybe I'll let you see it sometime. Maybe...