Camden and Passover in London

Creepy horse eye from Camden Market sees you reading my blog

Shalom!

Today was pure culture. Karen and I woke up to a sunny London and decided it would be a perfect opportunity to try out the Camden market. It will probably take the whole month of April to truly investigate it thoroughly, there is just too much to see, eat and avoid (punks in this quarter seem terrifying). Such a mixture of food and fashion my eyes hurt after just a few minutes. The market is situated around the Camden Locks which were developed around 1791 by the Earl of Camden. It took a few hundred years for people to understand the potential of holding a market in this area, but obviously someone got smart now Camden Market is world famous.

Hyacinth would be proud:

A day of Riparian Entertainment

I meanwhile, was taking notice of the incredible vintage stores and the intoxicating smells of the food vendors. Karen had to drag me away from a pastry stand that smelled of sugar and sold croissants dripping with chocolate. Torture. I think that if the Earl of Camden could see what has happened to this area he would be more than a little shocked.

I will go back, Bowie necklaces and shirts demand it, but it was a lovely way to spend a Sunday.

I love you Bowie

Hungry and annoyed with Tube delays, we returned to Wembley, in which we were greeted with the smells of a fantastic meal being prepared. We had a scrumptious and culturally enriching Passover dinner with the entire Brightman clan and were joined by Amalia's mom, fresh off a plane from Tel Aviv. We sang, recited and boozed for quite a long time. Then Amalia announced there would be the traditional hunt for the afikomen. She explained that it is a game/tradition where a piece of Matzoh is hidden in the room and whoever finds it first gets a prize. Granted, this ritual is intended for small children but if there is a prize of some sugary substance promised, I am more than game. I was up against Karen, Amalia's three sons (all in their mid twenties) and Yoel's fiancee. Amalia gave the ok and we raced about the room like idiots.

I did America proud.

Victory was mine in a dusty piece of Matzoh I found behind a family photograph. Amalia gave me the real prize, a giant hunk of dark chocolate. YUM. And a pretty little pink candle. I wanted to share, but Amalia's mom sternly told me it was "bad luck to share the ransom", fine with me, I will suffer eating the chocolate alone. We ended the night with hot water and mint and a discussion on why Sandra Bullock is so amazing.

Mazel tov or as Robin wittily declared after his third glass of wine, tazel mov.