A Sense of Greenwich

Think you know your local London? We wanted to look at our favourite bits of London differently. We walk the same way through the bits we know, we look in the same shop windows and we often don't even take our ipods off.

Glitterbitch wanted to know what she'd find if she really looked. If she stopped to listen properly. Maybe things are different when you really pay attention.

Greenwich sounds like:

Without the tourists and the market at the weekend, Greenwich is almost silent which shocked us. Maybe the students haven't woken up yet. All we can hear is traffic driving past. Oh, and a bit of Gwen Stefani too. Without the market, Greenwich seems very very empty.

Greenwich feels like:

It feels like chiffon. You can't avoid it here. Linen, too. Glossy wood is everywhere. It feels polished. Shiny. Expensive.

Greenwich looks like:

A sleepy little town. Aside from the 'ladies night' poster outside Belushi's (why?) it looks like a tucked away little village. Even some of the shops close on a Mondays so it feels very strange this afternoon. Every shop is clearing out their sale stuff. It feels like Greenwich is having a big clear out today.

Greenwich tastes like:

Ciabatta. With Emmanthal, not cheddar. Everything roasted. In olive oil. And then tossed in balsamic vinegar. Everything with a little salad that is meant to just be pretty and fill the gap on the plate because the portions are so small.

Greenwich smells like:

Red wine. Patchouli in every single shop. Garlic (again, roasted.) Tapas food and the sweet smell of Chinese pork which is actually overpowering everything else.

Flickr image from Victoria Peckham's photostream.

Written by Sian on 18 Feb 2008 3:09 PM. Permalink