Up very early a)because the time has changed in the night to daylight savings and b)because the Australian Grand Prix begins at 7 (old time 6 of course). Not only hard to wake up but hard to stay awake, so some brief lapses, but a much better race than two weeks ago. Chorizo sausage and red pepper tortilla for brunch, courtesyof Waitrose's mark down.
In the afternoon we go by tube to Spitalfields Market. Its origins are in the mists of time, but in recent times, i.e. the past few years, it's been moving upscale, with prices to match. Still a good browse. My favourite is a long rack of men's jackets labelled bespoke (North Americans read custom made) but nontheless available off the rack. At another stall some wit has made a sign saying that MPs may put goods on their expense accounts but House of Lords memebers must pay cash.
Then to Covent Garden, which is always fun on weekends. Lots of crafts and a lady singing opera, as well as entertainers such as the man on a tightrope juggling knives. Home by tube. A young Asian man kindly offers me his seat, a courtesy I'm not really accustomed to. Have I begun to look old?
JAWORSKI TRAVELS