As anyone who has walked down Market Street on a weekend will tell you, it’s not so much a stroll as a frantic scurry as you try to dodge getting embroiled with the chuggers and the religious evengelists (of all stripes, let’s be fair…) and try to avoid colliding with the more straight forward street performers.
As I was scurrying back towards Piccadilly this afternoon I came across the surreal sight of a young woman belting out some kind of Celine Dion esque ballad and, less than two feet away, a man selling dancing puppets. Two Bart and Lisa Simpson dancing puppets were merrily dancing away to Hot Butter’s ‘Popcorn’, threatening to derail the diva’s performance, but she continued valiantly…
Also spotted: Candyfloss for sale, and lots of it, which felt distinctly odd in February.
