I got a sweet email from Anthony this weekend, a Brit living in China. He follows my blog for a regular fix of British life and says that its giving his boyfriend a good insight into what to expect when they visit later this year.
With them in mind I thought I'd take my camera along when I popped to the market to capture a few shots of day-to-day life.
Isn't it funny how even the most ordinary of places become interesting once they're captured in a photograph?
Walsall market has existed since 1219. Up to 15 years ago it was a huge, bustling event, legendary throughout the Black Country with regular coach trips bringing in shoppers from around the UK. Sadly, unable to compete with the vast 24 hour supermarkets that dominate both ends of the high street, it has become a shadow of its former self. Walsall's fighting back though, with a bustling once-weekly flea market and a host of specialist fabric stalls every Monday.
Sari lengths, vibrant fabric, ready made clothing, even Indian fast food.
As I've always lived here its easy to forget how wonderfully multi-cultural our town is.
You won't catch me bleating on about being given the side eye, the local ladies love wearing colour, I'm just one of the crowd.
How gorgeous are these salwar kameez? A bargain at £10.
Waiting for their wives.
Fabric from 50p a metre.
Here's my favourite place - the trimmings stall. Its where I get my pom-poms!
A girl could go mad here and my visiting blogging mates frequently do!
I'm off for another typically British slice of life later - a trip to the pub. Its been ages!
|Wearing: 1960s silk culotte suit (the divine Desiree), Vintage St Michael Shopping bag (Miss Simmonds Says Clare), Suedette platforms (£5, local retail), Huge pink sunnies (99p, Banardos)|
Right, better get back in that garden and work on the tan.
See you soon!