Entrance to the exhibit on brains.
Cool lighting in the cafe.
The light fixtures are frosted beakers that slowly change color from purple to red and back again.
Portobello road, Portobello roadThat about sums it up. Mordu was especially amused by the "vintage" sign for the London 2012 Olympics - pre-corroded for your convenience. Unfortuantely, I didn't take a picture of that. But I did take a few others.
Street where the riches of ages are stowed.
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in Portebello road.
You’ll find what you want in the Portebello road.
Rare alabaster? Genuine plaster!
A filigreed samovar owned by the czars.
A pen used by Shelley? A new Boticelli?
The sniper that clipped old King Edward’s cigars?
Waterford Crystals? Napoleon’s pistols?
Society heirlooms with genuine gems!
Rembrandts! El Greco’s! Toulouse-Lautrec’s!
Painted last week on the banks of the Thames!
etc.etc.