Leadenhall Market review
This place reminds me of Christmas.
Sometimes I come in here just for a look, just to have a stroll through somewhere in the early evening. The best time to see it is definitely when the sun has given up and gone home a few hours early; when you've been walking through the wet forever; when the clouds are sitting five feet off the floor, and when everyone is barging past you to run for the bus. Trust me... that's the best time to have a wander through Leadenhall Market. When you're cold and tired and just want to see somewhere nice.
This is how I imagine Victorian England to be. This is the London of glitter-covered Christmas cards and Charles Dickens novels. It's all warm reds and butter-coloured yellows, with star-covered ceilings and fancy iron frames. It's far too posh to be a shopping arcade. Sometimes you'll come in here and they'll have some street stalls down the middle selling lunch to the city businessmen. It has a nice pub and a sandwich shop in here as well (the kind of sandwich shop that will sell you a sausage between two slices of bread). There's also an old shoeshine guy with a cupboard full of brushes and bottles of polish.
It's always packed full of rich city workers, this place, because the financial district is just around the corner. Half of the people will be wearing a suit and carrying a wooden umbrella. It's all leather shoes and striped ties and office gossip. The other half will just be the tourists strolling through, staring up at the roof as the tin drum raindrops batter it with bullets. That's a lovely sound, isn't it... the sound of raindrops on the roof.
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I’ve been here more than once…