Green Market, London
The Borough Markets, London.
You slip under the brick arch and the city meets you with a steady pulse. Blurred faces pass as soft light brushes the old masonry, steam threads the air, and the day tastes like bread and rain and warm metal.
You move with the crowd and borrow its tempo. Vendor calls ring like bells, coins chatter, a laugh rises and carries. By the time you step out past the arch, your pulse keeps the market beat and the morning feels wide open.
