E17 may seem an unlikely candidate to be gracing the glossy pages of style magazines, but the area — birthplace of William Morris and home to the ‘greyhound racing stadium of the millennium’ — is blossoming. These
days the association between Walthamstow and going to the dogs is, in one sense at least, an unfair one.
At present, the new space-age bus station stands out like a self-conscious teenager amid the jumble of fast-food shops, discount stores and estate agents, but change is afoot. The 450-stall street market, which dates from 1885 (and where some years, apparently, you can see fire-eating daredevils breaking world records), is more Leather Lane than Broadway Market. It is in line for some serious smartening-up, though, as is the town centre in general.
One of Walthamstow’s undoubted assets is its residents.
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