
When I moved to London in 2000, I loved some things about the pace of life there. While I hated the fact that it seemed like most shops and stores closed well before I could get home from work (in spite of the fact that you needed to go to the market nearly every night to pick up dinner because refrigerators are TINY there), I loved the whole process of shopping.
Mainly, I loved it because it all seemed so genteel. Well, and because it made me feel like I was living in a fairy tale. Instead of heading to a mega-conglomerate-sanitized-to-high-hell supermarket, my meals all originated in small shops aptly named for the people who ran them... the butcher, fishmonger, the greengrocer, the cheesemonger, the wine shop...
There was something dreamily old-fashioned about that single-minded commitment to expertise and quality.
Today, in San Francisco, I find it harder to live that way. Even the most holistic lifestyle gives way to the convenience of a local green-focused supermarket. It's times like these, craving those shops that have names from childhood storybooks, that I give thanks that here in the US, we still have our cobblers and tailors.
Even if I find it hard to wander into a local fishmonger on foot, I can always make sure that foot is wearing a re-heeled boot.
-Heather...off to get my jeans hemmed...
Posted by: Kelly | November 06, 2007 at 08:46 AM