When I was a teenager, we lived in the next street over from Portobello Road, home of the famous street market. The market had been one of the magical places of my childhood thanks to the song in Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
In the 80s, when we were living in the neighborhood, it was a very different and much scarier place. I remember my father coming home with stories of witnessing drug deals happening in plain sight. Now Portobello Market has been made all spick and span for the tourists. I imagined Morel Market as a dark reflection of the modern Portobello Road, with a bit of the dark and and magical still there if you only know how to look.