There is a tired building on the corner of a well-heeled London street where migrants are taught life and communication skills.
The building belongs to the Migrants Resource Centre (MRC) – an organisation that holds out an under-funded hand to some of London’s newest arrivals. Its aim is to provide: “a range of free services to support migrants, refugees and asylum seekers to enable them to contribute to society in the UK”.
Camden’s markets attract some 15 million visitors every year. This summer we joined the crowd.
Once through the curiosity and distraction of the general stalls and the shoppers, we made our way to the West Yard for food.
The food stalls in the West Yard of Camden Lock Market last Friday were all sunshine and service. It was a world food experience – a gap year in a lunch-hour…minus the alcohol.
If you have a London ‘to-do’ list that burst with parks, palaces, museums and big stores perhaps you might add Camden Market. It’s a day out to stretch the senses – a break from the big brands.
London raised its Olympic hat to the world, and found a new bounce beneath its feet.
The Games ignited the city with music, confidence, competition, and a collection of the most charismatic athletes the world could ever hope for. The fortnight exhausted us and then added new energy.
London’s high performance summer is about to begin. A Henman Hill mood carpets the capital…surprise at having got this far and anxiety about what happens next.
The weather is damp and dreadful – an oppression of rain – a familiar blanket for a public keeping its chin up, and disregarding all logistical odds. This is what Londoners understand – how to create miracles on a soggy island.