portobello road

The next day was the first of March, and...

Here, Notting Hill, my favourite bit of London.

In this small village...


In the middle of the city...


In a house with a blue door.


In Portobello Road.


House of York, represent.


Blue shutters.


Orange walls.


"I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me."
~ Charlotte Brontë


There are pretty pinks.


And sea foam greens.


Where I would like to live.


Come on, colour me in.


"Nonsense !" said Alice very loudly and decidedly,
and the Queen was silent.


Alice's.


"Curiouser and curiouser !"


Pocket watches and red top hats, decidedly Alice.


Have you seen me lately ?
{Through the Looking-Glass.}


Who's behind it all now, who's the author ?


Striped skirts.


"Elation and pleasure were in my heart:
To walk alone in London seemed of itself an adventure."
~ Charlotte Brontë


"Make a remark," said the Red Queen,
"It's ridiculous to leave all conversation to the pudding !"


Pretty things.


"I see nobody on the road," said Alice.


Marketing.


Waste away the days.


Waiting on a new age.


"You don't know much," said the Duchess, "And that's a fact."


"Up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky."


Les Electric Infidèles.


Parfait.

Give me your black sky.
{And I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl.}
xx