Covent Garden's Fairytale

Entering a small caramel building in the heart of covent garden square a little door leads the way into a fiabesque scenario. A troubador is playing ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone on a misty melanchonic saturday afternoon while the atmosphere is filled with prismatic colors : scarlet red gowns, luminous yellow scarves, intesnse turquoise hats and magenta purple shawls. The air is scented with the perfumes of the ladies which are mixed with the sugary aroma of hot pastries and the odors of perfumed soaps . Flocks of fine ladies, mothers with their daughters happy couples and amused tourists stroll around wondering through the different stalls, looking intrigued , entertained and ,at times, bored. A sales woman is sitting on top of her own stall peering over the peolple with an inquiring look on her wrinkled face.The whole market is built as to resemble a small city with its different streets, squares, crowded cafes, restaurants and shops with foreign or fantastic item which contribute to confer a sense of wonder to the entire place. The rows of colourful market stalls and barrows in the North Hall are collectively known as The Apple Market, which is an icredible showcase for vibrant examples of handmade british design sometimes eccentric and always stylish. The wonderful accessories including stunning jewellery made from silver, gold and gemstone catch the attention of both ladies and young girls. Lamp posts on each stand, the red wrought -iron guardrail and the brick walls cherry picked the scene. Ladies gossiping in front of the stands or trying out scarves and hats under the watchful and despaired look of their partners. At a stand of velvet pastel colred scarves and hats a woman looking towards her partner asks with a pinch of coquetry “ how would this look on my gown darling?” .The voices of buyers and merchants all fuse into a mellow buzz interrupted at times by different genres of tunes played by a street entertainer . As sun falls lamp light grows stronger creating an enchanted atmosphere which brings the memory back to forgotten times.The night breeze comes gently in mixing all the smells while adding a fresh touch to them. At a stand of handmade golden and gestone kaleidoscopes an old couple childishly smiling at each other recalling memories while a little girl is dragging her mother’s arm exerting her to pay attention while saying“look at this one”.