I remembered the tune straight off, and the first couple of lines, but I had to look the rest up.
They proved to be absolutely true:
Portobello road, Portobello road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed.
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in Portobello road.
You’ll find what you want in the Portobello road …
Christian actually took me to Portobello Road twice: once on a week day, on a kind of reconnaissance mission (and a night out at The Electric Diner that I’ll never forget), and then again on a Saturday afternoon, when it transforms itself into a legendary street bazaar that stretches as far as the eye can see, over the heads of hundreds and hundreds of happy, jabbering visitors, shoppers and gawkers.
September 27th Facebook post:
Christian took me once again to Portobello Road, a place that is the best of London in its energy, its openness, it’s eccentricity, and most especially in the way that Londoners and visitors from around the world intermingle there with ferocious energy and spirit.
We shopped with success! We tried to take in every sight and sound and smell (as well as a few tastes). We felt part of something great!
In fact, Christian steered me through the roiling multicolored human river as though from the prow of a ship. I don’t remember ever feeling as delighted and safe in a crowd.
It was the best of times.