Just a few photos today from a walk I took yesterday afternoon. I went up to Tottenham, the neighborhood in northeast London that saw the worst of the rioting during all the unrest in August 2011. I'd been a little nervous about going there, because it was associated in my mind with danger -- and in fact, I didn't take my good camera with me. But it turned out to be just a neighborhood, like any other.
I loved the wall above, painted with all the faces -- it wasn't in Tottenham, but rather at the southern part of my walk, south of Stoke Newington. (For those of you familiar with London geography, I walked up Kingsland Road from Dalston Junction to Tottenham Hale.)
If this place only sold eggs, I can see why it went under. (It's kind of reminiscent of The Egg Shop in Deptford!)
Kind of an interesting Caribbean-Moorish blend going on here. I wonder if "Brownras" comes from "Brown Rice"?
Such a happy place! Especially with that zippy blue car speeding past.
It was a good day for a walk, chilly and a bit windy but not rainy, thank goodness. The time change makes afternoon walks a challenge now, because the light starts to fade at about 3:30 p.m. I'm always amazed how much a shift of just one hour changes the rhythm of the day.
On the way home I rode the tube with a little girl dressed as a devil, complete with red plastic pitchfork, and passed a guy on the sidewalk in a ghoulish striped outfit and makeup. (I think maybe he was supposed to be The Joker from "Batman.") We got no trick-or-treaters, though, which is a good thing, because I didn't think to buy any candy.