Flashes of London

Besides, London is like a set of islands , Dalmatian coast type. Euston, Camden town, Covent Garden, Ealing Broadway. Each of them is like a small world, with its own inhabitants and laws, all together creating a multi-cultured multiverse of London. Everything multicoloured and joined by multicoloured (tube) lines to form a constellation.

I wanted to go Petticoat Lane market, and according to the map I was to get off at the Liverpool street station, where upon ascending from the darkness of the underground I encountered the Bullet just in front of me accompanied by its natural satellites, i.e. the planetoide belt of suit-wearers. Take a small street in the opposite direction and after mere 100 metres you are on an Indian planet, where street names are written in hindi and the smell of deep fired,
syrup soaked sweets fills your nostrils (sticks to your clothes), and the whole lane is stuffed with stands with all you do and all you don't need, but ulay be khol zot. And just by the way, it is all built on the former Jewish district. This is how the multiverse of London evolves. Like filo pastry. Or lasagne. Or Schwartzwald cake.