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Competition 'International' stalls (by Marco Niada)

interesting article that focuses not on the confrontation between banks and international economic strategies but the war between the poor, dignified, and in the European capital World Business: London.

Thank you!

Luca

(source: IlSole24Ore February 16 2011 of Marco Niada )
During lunch break I love going out walking half a mile from the City to the north of the Barbican district where I work. The boundary is clear: one hundred yards here skyscrapers and buildings of futuristic glass and a hundred yards away old Victorian houses, the first foothill of the Silicon Roundabout I mentioned in previous post . Whitecross Street is the name of the street that I walk and has a stunning collection of international scope. Nothing elegant. On the contrary, the environment is populated by suburban and humble people that sets up its stalls that used to feed the swarm by banks and finance companies located nearby. In Italy could be a market like any other, with a touch of ethnic immigrants who sell their wares. A Whitecross Street seems to be the United Nations.

Of the thirty or food stalls that I counted aligned in two rows on the sidelines of a non-covered food market is similar to the other: there are Thais who sell their fast food hot with rice. There's the English that sells burritos, there are two Italians who clearly reflect two stages of our emigration from an unlikely name Ravello sells hot pasta to download nell'immancabile already topped plastic container. Another new generation of young people is maintained by grilled sandwiches filled as we could find a good Italian cafe. Besides a couple of Arabs selling falafel, not far three Frenchmen are all types of quiches. There is a huge bank that serves Indian curries and pernicious, not far from a crowded bar attendants Chinese busy dishing out their wares. There are some banks that sell British food with Mediterranean salads pseudo mixed more or less improbable. Prices for food range from three to five pounds. The forward patrons curious at a slow pace, sniffing here and there, make their choice, and then line up, happy feet clean and eat like horses prance in the side streets or leaning against walls. What is striking is that, for better or worse, all our micro entrepreneurs have more or less the same number of customers. front of this small sample of international food competition is to reflect on the invisible hand of the economy. Compete with each other, but together attract hundreds of people and miraculously share out customers in almost equal parts .

Marco Niada