Sunday 25 December 2011

The space of waiting : in London



Wednesday 12 October
about one o’clock in the afternoon.


It is warm sunshine.
There is a constant stream of cars and buses on the main street facing the market. I go across the main street. Grocery stores are decorated with many kinds of vegetables and fruits that are contained in the box. I continue to walk further into the market. On both sides of the street is a string of butchers, dry-cleaning shops and supermarkets. Not so many customers. There are 3 wooden square-shaped benches and a young lady (she is wearing sunglasses) sits with busily tapping out e-mail messages on her cell-phone. When I go all the way through the alley, the markets and shops are located in the arcade.

The music played there is lively (maybe Asian ethnic music?) and seems to mismatch to the quiet market. The white shirts covered with plastic, colorful ethnic scarves and necklaces are placed on ramshackle hangers. Children are running round these displayed items and the clerks are waiting boringly for customers.

‘WINGS CHINESE CAFÉ’: in the corner of the market. There is a large shady tree next to the stall. I can sense the subtle smell of spice when I pass in front of the café.
The inside is composed of only small kitchen and counter.
Lots of colorful cups and a water container covered with vivid floral cloth are arranged on the shelves on the back.
The letter of the name board is printed on the roof in yellow on a red background and above the board is the menu. Many round steel tables are surrounded by whiteorange plastic chairs, but they all are empty.
A Chinese woman dressed in a pale pink sweatshirt and red apron is waiting for a customer in the counter. She rests her cheek on one hand only occasionally. 

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