- Posted October 18, 2013 by
Las Vegas, Nevada
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Travel photo of the day
Paella at Portobello
Portobello Market in London is this kind of market for me. On a spring Saturday morning, I can think of fewer joys than to take a stroll here. All your senses are satisfied, the sumptuous colors for your eyes, the saccharine smell of fresh baked goods, the quickened chatter of happy people, the myriad touch of handmade crafts, and of course the samples, the samples that begin to fire up the engine of your imagination.
I am blessed to have a job that allows me to travel to many different farmer's markets around the world, from San Diego to Paris, the borderless love for food unites all market goers, and the lucky ones like myself get to witness the expression of love in the making of the food. I snapped this photo of the owner of this paella stand at Portobello Market last May, frozen in time, his irreplaceable enthusiasm for cooking. It was also the beginning of a beautiful exchange, he gave me a plate of paella, and I sent him this photo.
Food is my favorite kind of open hand, my favorite kind of welcome and my favorite kind of friendship. Food gets us to dream, the kind of universal dream that communicates not with language, but with instinct and taste. The best kind of dream.