Once again I’m embarrassingly behind in my recordings. I blame it on school. When there are so many other papers to write, week after week, I simply cannot motivate myself to write in my free time as well. Interestingly enough, the first 4-5 weeks back, however long it's been, are dedicated to completing final papers for last term's courses. And honestly I’m alright with that. Not having a pile of essays to turn in on the last day of class was a huge relief and left me full of pep and energy going into Winter Break. Upon my return, then, I hankered down in my room, day after day, with plenty of hot tea and indie acoustic, to get me through the work. (Though I admit I still did my two-a-day runs religiously....why wouldn't I?) And now I've emerged unscathed and, quite frankly, doing very well grade-wise. But that's no surprise ;)


However, as I’m incredibly organized with my time, down to the minute of every day, I partitioned off sections of days and allowed myself, on multiple occasions, to go out and actually DO stuff, too. I would just cease to be me if I sat in my room all day, after all. That's just not me.
The last time I wrote I talked a bit about the street art in Shoreditch/Brick Lane area. Well, for this segment I'll expand on what those areas have to offer. Since my first visit weeks ago I've returned to the area several times.
Just outside the East Aldgate tube station, where I alighted on my first day of exploration, there's a small art gallery; The Whitechappel Gallery. It's tall and narrow and features several floors of modern and 20th century art. It's one of the original East End galleries and has proven itself to be a considerable point of interest within that thriving artsy community, showcasing world-renowned artists like Picasso, Pollock, and Rothco.
This season, the featured exhibit was Zarina Bhimji's large-scale photos. Her project focused on abandoned places in India and East Africa where there was once human activity but now there is silence. 'Desolate but beautiful', was how these scenes have been described by the art critics. The other galleries inside didn't thrill me much, so I'll move on.


On Sunday the street, Columbia Road, is transformed into oasis of foliage and flowers. Any plant you can imagine is up for grabs, including imports from around the world. The single lane road is teeming with pedestrians and buyers and all the while the chants and deals from the barrow-sellers rises above all the noise. Behind the flower stalls, lining the streets, are sixty independent shops. “Small art galleries sit next to cup cake shops, vintage clothes stores, English and Italian delis, garden and antique shops. There is also a wealth of great pubs, cafes and restaurants. The shops have a common thread, a love of the flower market and its history, and a refusal to be dictated to by a retail world where the sense of fun has all but gone.”

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