We didn’t exactly plan the day out – well yes we did, but initially we were thinking of photographing Camden. That’s still a plan, but that day, at the last minute, we changed our minds and opted for Notting Hill instead.
This was our second consecutive week together; both of us with our cameras in hand, trying to look as though we knew what we were doing, but probably sticking out as the amateurs we really are. One of my favourite places in the world, (after Camden Market), is Portobello Road. On the weekend it’s basically a busy market on the street, selling everything from souvenirs to curios. The area is also home to terraced houses in an array of hues, and our cameras clicked at every opportunity as we wove our way down one street after another.
The bus-ride from Chiswick High Street (No. 27) to Notting Hill Gate is about 25 minutes maybe. We hoped off the bus because I saw The Churchill Arms, a famous pub and landmark, and decided I really had to photograph it. In my pictures the structure is not covered in blooms. I can’t wait to return in the summer!
We strolled all the way through to Portobello Road. Neither D nor I are any good with directions. So we had to peek a few times at Google maps and the rest of the time, I relied on him to get us through.
I found an amazing jacket shop, Boutique England, that I have every intention to revisit. A purchase that day was not on the cards – I really walked in by chance. The jackets are handmade in Pakistan, are apparently leather and come in almost every conceivable colour. I was so taken by how I looked in a fitted jacket, colour – mustard, that I did not remember to take a picture!
Gail’s Bakery was our pitstop. It was quite cold. D favoured espresso (two shots, I know his order by heart now) and I dove into a cup of thick, steaming hot chocolate.
We took pictures of literally everything; right now I do need a lot of practise with this newfound passion of mine. I snapped so many streets with rows of colourful homes, caught images of a solidary magnolia tree in full bloom, and shots of D with his camera. We capped off our day with a walk down to Westfield and more hot beverages at Caffe Concerto, where I tested D’s macro lens with interesting results.