Borough Market is a London institution. Besides having some delicious hot food stalls, the market also has loads of fresh fruit, vegetables, meat, flowers, pastries, salsas, olive oil, vinegars, teas, cheeses, chocolate- just about anything you could ever want from a market. I had been a few days earlier with some friends and spotted a Christmas wreath that I wanted for our house, but Stephen was incredibly picky about our decorations, so I dragged him with me one Friday morning to get his opinion.
The market is set underneath a series of railway arches and covered glass roofs. To get from one part of the market to the other you have to weave your way through halls and tunnels, which adds to its charm.
But before we could get down to the serious business of picking a wreath for our door, we needed some energy. Stephen made a beeline for the Indian stall, while I went straight for the cheesy potatoes. Obviously. But this isn’t any old cheese. This cheese is called raclette, and my friend Debbie had suggested (or maybe demanded) that I try it. She first had it while skiing in the Alps and couldn’t get enough of it, and she was thrilled when she discovered a stall in Borough Market. The raclette is heated and then the warm gooey part is scraped off. Delicious. We also had to stop by a pastry stand to buy some cannéles because they are my favorite thing ever, and I am incomplete without them.
Below is a video I took of the potatoes being all mushed in preparation for the lovely, bubbly raclette being scraped over them. Drool.
After Stephen destroyed his meal and unsuccessfully tried to steal some of my cheesy potatoes, we walked through the market to find the wreaths.
But finally, we came to the wreaths, where Stephen complained about them all. They were too green. What if our cat tried to eat it? What if it had bugs? What if it started to rot? And on and on. Eventually we compromised by getting an all-twig wreath, so our house was sadly devoid of that wonderful evergreen smell at Christmas. I also wanted one of the penguins, but they were a little too precious for Stephen’s taste.
After they carefully bagged up our wreath, we decided to walk around a bit before going home. While exiting, we passed one of my favorite buildings in all of London: the Shard.
Then onward past Southwark Cathedral…
… And the remains of Winchester Palace, the London home of the Bishops of Winchester.
… then past the replica of Sir Francis’s Drake’s galleon, the Golden Hind.
From here, you have to go through a series of tunnels to once again emerge by the Thames. This tunnel had a projection of beautiful lights dancing across the top.
We emerged by the replica of Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre.
And a Christmas market was set up by the Tate Modern and Millennium Bridge, so we perused those stalls for a while.
The Millennium Bridge. Famous for its role in the sixth Harry Potter film and infamous for being a bit wobbly when it first opened.
Crossing the bridge.
The view to Tower Bridge.
View of the Walkie Talkie, the Shard, London Bridge, Tower Bridge, and the Globe.
St. Paul’s perfectly framed.
St. Paul’s again.
Once we got to St. Paul’s, we wandered over to the Guild Hall to see if they were open to visitors. Unfortunately, they were having an event, so we couldn’t go in. The Guildhall is built on the site of a Roman amphitheater, and when the Guildhall’s art gallery is open, you can go down and check it out. Today, there is a black line to mark the Roman amphitheater’s perimeter.