I slipped off for a long weekend in London.
The Columbia Road Flower Market stole my heart.
A narrow charming street in London's East End
packed with flowers.
The call of "Two for a fiver" and "Three for a tenner"
echoing down the street
I agonized over what to buy, to brighten my hotel room,
and settled on purple stock, yellow freesias, and thistles.
Three for a tenner.
Great people watching too.
The sight of all those flowers made me giddy,
but watching the interactions, choices, conversations,
listening to the wonderful range of accents
made it that much better.
One day I'd like to tour England's gardens, flowers shop and markets.
Is it surprising that in a city of great historic sights and museums
one of my favorite things is the flower market?
What sorts of thing light you up when you travel?