|At Broadwick Silks|
Mr. Magpie is a British Literature scholar who focuses on the Modernist Period. That means many things: he owns a lot of books, he writes a lot of books, he knows a thing or two about the Bloomsbury Group (especially Lytton Strachey), he racks up many hours in archives working on his library tan, and, of course, he's wicked smart.
|At St Luke's in Chelsea|
Fortunately for me, it also means he has to travel to England every year or two for research, and I get to tag along. While he's holed away in the British Library or the BBC archives, diligently transcribing manuscripts, I'm usually off gallivanting about London, soaking up every bit of the city I can, from Bloomsbury to Borough Market and beyond.
|Looking up in the rose garden at St Paul's Cathedral|
This year, though, we won't be making a trek to London. We've got too much on our plates already, so the next trip will have to wait another year. In the meantime I'm missing it something fierce.
|At Spitalfields Market|
And so, this past weekend my longing led me to dig back through photos from our last stay. As I dug, I discovered a plethora of pinks. I'd never realized just how much pink I'd managed to capture on that trip. There it was in everything from the pink-netted fabric at Broadwick Silks in Soho (see top photo) to the lush heirloom roses at St Luke's in Chelsea (second photo) and the stunning St Paul's Cathedral in the center of London. And again I spotted it in the handmade shawls in the stalls at Spitalfields Market on a Sunday morning.
|Snog Frozen Yogurt, Soho|
Even at night, hot pink shimmered in shop windows on that trip, whether I fancied a Snog . . .
or a velveteen-flocked chandelier. Note: I said yes to the snog, but no to the light. Can't quite picture it in my house!
And then there's Notting Hill's Portobello Road on a Saturday morning in August. Even though the shot above isn't entirely pink, something about all those girls shopping for vintage bling screams pink, pink, pinkity-pink to me.
Who can resist the pastel homes in Notting Hill? My favorite facades are those painted unabashedly Neopolitan-pink.
But always, I come back to the roses. London has heaps of them in gardens and shops and hidden spots. Here are a few for sale at Borough Market. If you've never been to this Market, you must go. It truly is one of my favorite places on Earth. Buy yourself some lunch late on a Saturday morning: a loaf of bread, some cheese from Neal's Yard Dairy, some gorgeous fruit, and a cup of incredible coffee from Monmouth Coffee Co. And don't forget to buy yourself a rose. Then sit by the Thames with your delicious treasures and your gorgeous pink bloom, watching the river flow.
I think I'll do just this on my next London visit. Maybe I'll even coax Mr. Magpie from his dusty archives long enough to join me. If so, I'll give him a dark pink rose of his very own.