The covered market
One of the chief reasons I always stay within striking distance of Oxford when I come to England for a few weeks is the Covered Market.
The Market is a Victorian glass cover over a hive of shops, from carrots to watches, shoes to fresh pasta, coffee to cheese. It’s where I head if I crave those gorgeously fresh, tender English strawberries–the kind that reveal tiny wisps of the actual straw that has cushioned the berries from the ground–or a loaf of the wholemeal bread I’ve tasted from nowhere else in the world.
I understand the Oxford city council is about to make a series of rent increases that will drive many of these independent retailers out of the Market, which would be a tragedy. Mary Russell passed through here, drank tea here at Brown’s Cafe,
During the times I’ve lived in Oxford, I’ve passed by the supermarket fruit-and-veg departments to shop at Bonner’s, where the men who worked the stall did all the math in their head. (Of course, if they were wrong, would I have known?) The younger generation now uses paper, but the fruit-and-veg are still superb.
If they disappear from the Market, Oxford will be the less for the absence.
There’s some interesting history of the covered market,
. And if you would like to sign a petition to help save the market, that is