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					<description><![CDATA[Dear gentle author,

I live in Mile End so a great deal of  what you describe in Spitalfields and Columbia Road is local to me and I have to thank you for opening my eyes and explaining many of the architectural mysteries I see as I walk the streets. I&#039;ve been reading your blog almost since you began it and especially love your ability to capture all the marvellous minutiae of life - the manhole covers and fireplace tiles and peacock feather sellers  - as well as the wonderful cast of characters who run market stalls, pubs and shops.  But this particular entry caused me to write in for the first time because I was so pleased to see Parvaz from Champers. He is my local drycleaner and always provides such good service and is so unfailingly charming that it&#039;s lovely to see him immortalised on these pages with such empathetic prose, his professionalism celebrated. I can&#039;t imagine where else  I would find a writer with the skill and awareness that you have to write so vividly on such an eclectic range of subjects so a heartfelt thank you for the daily pleasure.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear gentle author,</p>
<p>I live in Mile End so a great deal of  what you describe in Spitalfields and Columbia Road is local to me and I have to thank you for opening my eyes and explaining many of the architectural mysteries I see as I walk the streets. I&#8217;ve been reading your blog almost since you began it and especially love your ability to capture all the marvellous minutiae of life &#8211; the manhole covers and fireplace tiles and peacock feather sellers  &#8211; as well as the wonderful cast of characters who run market stalls, pubs and shops.  But this particular entry caused me to write in for the first time because I was so pleased to see Parvaz from Champers. He is my local drycleaner and always provides such good service and is so unfailingly charming that it&#8217;s lovely to see him immortalised on these pages with such empathetic prose, his professionalism celebrated. I can&#8217;t imagine where else  I would find a writer with the skill and awareness that you have to write so vividly on such an eclectic range of subjects so a heartfelt thank you for the daily pleasure.</p>
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