Friday night and unusually free of family commitments we headed for Mayfair. In some ways my grandmother’s Mayfair is unchanged – it’s still the home of many immigrants, and where once they were Jewish families from Eastern Europe now they are families from North Africa, the Middle East and Turkey. Friday evening in that part of town has its own brand of magic. In the dusky light people swell the streets, the stores are open for the night and a thriving street market takes over Fordsburg.
We were on a quest – to find Burhan’s Butchery (halal), a specialist Turkish butchery Continue reading →
#33. Spend the first day of spring in Prague. There’s something about Eastern Europe that makes me feel as if I am in a Bond movie – there are the trams, the clattering sound of cars driving over cobbled streets, and the winding alleyways that look set for an encounter between spies and the secret police. Continue reading →