
Everyone likes to go to a market. There is something in all of us that likes a good deal, something rare, that one item we have been looking for. I have been going to PORTOBELLO ROAD on Saturday morning for years. My wife and I have known many of the dealers over the years. Some of them have become really good friends like Mr. and Mrs. Kashdan, the pewter people.

The Danish couple who handled fabulous brass are gone now; my silver dealer has died. But the SEAL DEALER is still going strong, and I love to learn about all his new offerings. I have bought several early intaglios and seals from him.
The secret to PORTOBELLO ROAD is to get there early. I try to be wandering down the street by 9:00 am before the mobs arrive. I start at the top of the road where I check to see that I have some cash on me. Many of the dealers have a network where someone has a credit card machine, but you can’t count on that. But, at the bottom of the road, there is a bank HSBC where you will find cash points. But most dealers like cash. Never a check unless you are a regular customer.
I love the PEWTER LADY. She and her husband have been on the street for years. They have fabulous pewter, and they know their stuff. People from all over the world come to consult with them including me. Hilary is a wonderful personality whose smile just draws you in. She always has wonderful things to say–bits of wonderful gossip. I love her. Mr. Kashdan is well read and a scholar. Great admiration for him. They are my friends.
The shops are still filled with fabulous glass, porcelain, and fabrics. I found the most fabulous French 19th century shawl last year that my wife wears over and over. It really is fantastic. It wasn’t a bargain, but whatever it cost is insignificant to the enjoyment she receives from wearing it.
Even though the LACE LADY is gone now, there is still a lot of lace in the shops. Sporting items, old socer balls, fabulous old flags, wonderful Victorian silver, and carpets fill the shops.
All the reproductions bother me, but they are inexpensive so people who come just to have a look can buy a souvenir. There are numerous Asian jewelry dealers with strings and strings of semi-previous stones at really good prices. There are two brothers who have Tibetan and Pakistani jewelry who are very knowledgeable. I like them very much. They have family ties in their homelands where they acquire good quality stones. They are hard-working and are building wonderful lives for themselves and for their families here in England.
You need 2/3 hours to cover the street even if you are just looking. If you have friends in the stalls, you will be there all day. I know I will spend most of the day chatting on the street–after all, I could talk to the wrong number for half an hour. When you reach the bottom, there is a great pub where I get a warm drink and a pub lunch which is always good.
I can’t say I have found any masterpieces on Portobello Road, but I have purchased a lot of household silver which I like a lot more than the flatware we find in our department stores at home. I love those big forks and knives which my children grew up with.
But, hey, going to PORTOBELLO ROAD is SATURDAY MORING IN LONDON for me. It is where I find my friends, talk about the antique market, and meet younger dealers. Let me tell you, I rather be there than shopping in Knightsbridge. I think you will enjoy it immensely. I hope so.
Goodness, this is fun. You will hear every language on the planet–and a lot of ITALIAN.
Wonderful.





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