The Golden Hour
By Jahied Ahmed
Whitechapel Market is generally associated with the same sorry sights of run down and dirty streets. As a Whitechapel native, I have fond memories of visiting the market with my mother, eagerly peering around the pound shop for the weekly purchase, or awaiting the banter with the market traders that I never really got. From the cockney fishmonger to the Bengali vegetable seller, Whitechapel Market was once the heart of the community.
I walked through the market one day as the sun came down. After a long day’s trading, the market - seconds before just grime and grit - was now awash with the warm golden hour glow. It looked… dare I say it? Pretty.
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