Saturday at the Market

Well, after another really good nights sleep, I feel normal again.  After a slow morning learning a bit more about blogging, I took off for the Apple store on Regent street to seek help/guidance with my iPhone which looses power in a matter of hours with no use!  Unconclusive analysis (casual without an appointment) sent me back to the manual for myself.  I think I need a new battery, but will not get it while on travel because when that "operation" is done, all my data is erased and I can't afford that right now.  Not able to sync until I get home.  Oh well....

Then on to Nottinghill and the Portobello Market, one of my favorite sites to mingle with the international crowds, peruse the antiques and junk on display, visit the wonderful small specialty shops up and down the street and drink in the English way of life.  I bought stocking stuffers for the family next Christmas, vegetables and fruit from the food stands, and a Starbucks frappachino to boost my energy.  On my feet all day and the "dogs" were howling by 3!  Everytime I come here I'm reminded of my Mother (90 yrs and kicking) coming to London to visit her first grandson, Mark while he was here attending his junior year of law school on an exchange program.  She took him (and his girlfriend Barbara now his wife) on a Saturday to Portobello Market.  He loved it and returned repeatedly during his stay returning home with a prized antique fly fishing rod and reel.

Returning back to our temporary apartment in Mayfair to rejoin Michael, who spent the day on the computer and phone on business, we tried out the kitchen and produced a decent meal to go with a futile search for CNN and some news.  This establishment has a steady clientele of Arabs and a majority of the satellite stations are in that language!  Probably do a lot more reading here.

What news we could find was all sports focused on a European Championship football (soccer to us) match.  That explains all the men on the streets today running around in football jerseys and downing a lot of beer in anticipation of the evenings event.