Last week I sought to amble around Spitalfields.
Skirting around the buzzing market and instead, seeking out the old Georgian streets that still stand pretty much unaltered.
Shall we start with a little bit of history?
These streets were built by the master Huguenot silk weavers and mercers who came to settle in the area at around 1685 after fleeing religious persecution in their homeland of France. The houses form one of the most important and best preserved collections of early Georgian domestic town-houses in Britain.
Checking my skirt on Elder Street:
The old stained brick work lends itself well to some sepia tones:
What is behind the door on Princelet Street?
I wonder if you would be disappointed to know that it is actually a studio/function room? It was originally a merchant’s house and the interior has been conserved in it’s original condition.
No 4 Princelet Street does have a website so we can take a sneaky peek at it’s glorious interior here.
Reverting back to
Talking to the prozzie on the corner with the star shaped nips:
Time for a quick pint?
Once in a while I do stop off at The Ten Bells for a quick un on my way home.
Standing on the corner of Fournier Street since 1752 and notorious historically for deep in the dark depths of Spitalfields history, it was linked with Jack the Ripper. It is said that 2 of his victims were seen in the vicinity before their brutal deaths. Furthermore all of his victims lived within a close radius of this place.
A little gem of trivia for you: Queen Victoria’s coronation gown was woven at No 14.
From Queen Vic’s fancy robes to my pants:
I love bloomers!
I have started collecting a few just because to me they are so brilliant.
London can be bloomin‘ windy and since I insist of wearing skirts, they save my modesty.
This is the 1st pair that I bought in Tokyo of all places!!
I wish you all a marvellous weekend.
Post dedicated to Pam
I hope I can drag you around my world sometime.