pastiche on cannery row
Portobello Road Portobello Road in London, England is a culture, a curse, a lifetime, an education, a tropical disease, a comfort blanket, a state of mind. Portobello Road is the substantial and insubstantial, the brick and crumbling plaster. It is those who wish to be lost and those who try to be found. The Road belongs to the West Indians, Chinese, Australians, Hawaiians, Pakistanis, Italians, Jamaicans, Swedish and Irish. Very few of the inhabitants have plain English blood, I have yet to meet one. However, once in a while the rarest of all occurrences takes place and an English man walks down the road. But when that man returns home (which is never on the same street), he will find his pockets considerably lighter. For the population of Portobello Road are also pickpockets, cat burglars, habitual drug users and gang members.