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		By: Douglas Brett		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Douglas Brett]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[Am I the only one to have noticed Lord Lucan? Almost front centre and the only one not wearing a hat. 14th image following the text.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Am I the only one to have noticed Lord Lucan? Almost front centre and the only one not wearing a hat. 14th image following the text.</p>
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		By: Lynne Perrella		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lynne Perrella]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2024 13:13:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We came, we saw, we shopped.    Later in life, I &quot;think&quot; we became more savvy travelers -- but in our early touring days, we succumbed to purchases we bought with our hearts, not our heads.   When we saw an impressive array of tavern mirrors with handsome vintage graphics at the Petticoat Lane flea market, all we could think of was how great one would look in the billiard room of our first house.  So, we bought it, lugged it around, worried every SECOND that it would shatter (duh.........) and somehow got it safely back home to the US.    The travel gods were with us on so many occasions, I could write a book about our escapades with bringing home unyieldy and unlikely goods from overseas.  (plus the airlines took such &quot;carry on&quot; items in stride -- a different era!)   What a wonderful bunch of loot, complete with fun stories about the &quot;who/what/when/where/how&quot;.      

GA, thank you for the marvelous postcards/photos.  I so enjoyed peering at the faces, clothing,
goods, signage.   Quite the temptation these folks faced:  Church or the Market?   Dare I say, I know what my choice would be.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We came, we saw, we shopped.    Later in life, I &#8220;think&#8221; we became more savvy travelers &#8212; but in our early touring days, we succumbed to purchases we bought with our hearts, not our heads.   When we saw an impressive array of tavern mirrors with handsome vintage graphics at the Petticoat Lane flea market, all we could think of was how great one would look in the billiard room of our first house.  So, we bought it, lugged it around, worried every SECOND that it would shatter (duh&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;) and somehow got it safely back home to the US.    The travel gods were with us on so many occasions, I could write a book about our escapades with bringing home unyieldy and unlikely goods from overseas.  (plus the airlines took such &#8220;carry on&#8221; items in stride &#8212; a different era!)   What a wonderful bunch of loot, complete with fun stories about the &#8220;who/what/when/where/how&#8221;.      </p>
<p>GA, thank you for the marvelous postcards/photos.  I so enjoyed peering at the faces, clothing,<br />
goods, signage.   Quite the temptation these folks faced:  Church or the Market?   Dare I say, I know what my choice would be.</p>
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		By: Mark		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2024 12:31:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Went as a kid a couple of times in the seventies.
The crowds were overwhelming like outside Wembley 
Stadium. The strongest memories for me were the unfortunate caged animals (dogs)? And some poor bloke with an hideous facial growth.
Dad warned us to beware of pickpockets. 
It was fun.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Went as a kid a couple of times in the seventies.<br />
The crowds were overwhelming like outside Wembley<br />
Stadium. The strongest memories for me were the unfortunate caged animals (dogs)? And some poor bloke with an hideous facial growth.<br />
Dad warned us to beware of pickpockets.<br />
It was fun.</p>
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		By: Christine		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2024 08:02:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What superb photos of a once fabulous market! Covering such a diverse selection of people and fashion. When we started going in the ‘70’s it was full of characters selling their wares with cheeky chatter to get your attention. It was so much better than an afternoon at the theatre. Sadly as everything does it doesn’t have the atmosphere any more x]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What superb photos of a once fabulous market! Covering such a diverse selection of people and fashion. When we started going in the ‘70’s it was full of characters selling their wares with cheeky chatter to get your attention. It was so much better than an afternoon at the theatre. Sadly as everything does it doesn’t have the atmosphere any more x</p>
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		By: Cherub		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2024 00:13:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to love going “down the Lane” in my lunch hour back in the 80s. I remember trudging all over the West End looking for shoes and a bag for my registry office wedding and being totally deflated when I couldn’t find anything I liked. The following week I found the perfect items on Petticoat Lane and I was elated!]]></description>
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