Last weekend had the ideal autumn weather, stunning blue sky, warm sunshine and fresh air. All my heart has been cheered up. Getting up at 11am, I said to myself I must go out and do something before my departure at 2.30pm to British Museum for Hadrian exhibition.

East End where I live actually has not attractive park or good reputation in London. So I thought about the Colombia flower market that I discovered with a friend two weeks ago. I felt that our “spacious” flat needed a bit green and live.

Colombia Road is nearly 20 minutes by walk from my place. The shortest way is to cross Brick Lane street where is inundated by Indian restaurants and grocery shops. The street was crowed! Not only all restaurants were full, but the street on Sunday morning were full of free marketers, people who hang out, rock musicians, stereo with jazz. All of these were bathed in an odour of curry melt with onion hot dogs. It was around lunch time. People were eating outside on their feet or sitting on terrace in a plastic plate. I was sure that they enjoyed much their lunch because the curry with sunshine should be tasted.

Fifteen minutes later, I finally passed Brick Lane’s crowd and turned to a quiet small street. Although there are a lot of council buildings, they look like tiny and well organized. In the small park between the buildings, people relaxed on the lawn with children and dogs. Little by little, I heard happy noises; the flower market was close now. Then I saw the small coffees in the corner of street. Turning to left, here the market! I fell in love with this place immediately!

For people who love flowers and plants, here is the heaven. I could only name a few common flowers. But there were so many with all kind of colours! Flowers were shinning in the sunshine. The picture in front of me reminded me Van Gogh’s Mediterranean’s paintings. Sellers shouted prices with their strong British accent. I saw an early teenager boy helping his parents wiping flowers. His little round face was covering by sweat. How sweet he was.

The street was so narrow and people were so crowed that we could nearly advance. But nobody complained, we waited people and queuing with smiles. Unfortunately I had no much time to enjoy all flowers stands and boutiques. Sooner I crashed on a Dracaena Marginata of over one meter high and bought it my beauty.

Holding the plant in my arms, I felt leaves touching my cheeks softly and heard their whistles. It was so life. Again, I crossed Brick Lane with my huge plant. People were still eating, talking, drinking and hanging around.

Two girls stopped me and asked where they could find the flower market. I indicated them happily because it reminds my own experience of searching the place two weeks ago.

I arrived at home and put my beauty near the window in the living room. My arms were a little bit sore, but I was very pleased.