Friday, May 11, 2007

When we are in London, sadly only every two or three years, we often stay with our old publishing friend Fiona at her East End home.

One of our great treats is to visit the Columbia Road Flower Market on the Sundays we are there.

So it was with interest that I read a story by Anthony Lane about Julie Christie in the May 7 issue of The New Yorker.

Here is the first para:

Columbia Road, in the East End of London, is thronged at the weekends. Every Sunday, it blooms into a flower market.
Visit on a weekday, however, when the street is noiseless and half the shops are shut, and you may think you have strayed onto a film set.
So it felt appropriate to see Julie Christie arrive on Columbia Street one recent Friday. Her limousine of choice was an old bicycle with a wicker basket, and her entrance, through the doors of the Royal Oak pub, could not have been less grand. Of the two solitary drinkers there, only one looked up.

To read the full interesting piece about Julie Christie, its only three columns, use this link.

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