My old office used to look out over Berwick St, with its wonderful but little known fruit and veg market. “3 figs 1 pound” the sign reads. And they used to at least have some wonderfully arranged displays. The “models” are still up a staircase next to the fish and chip shop where we lusted over the girl with a fine layer of chip fat over her skin and the giant hoop earrings. Once the “models” used to be French, […]