London is famous for its markets. Portobello Road, Spitalfields, Covent Garden, Petticoat lane, Brick Lane and Borough Market all come to mind immediately and conjure images of crepe stands, gorgeous fruit and veggies, vintage dresses, people sitting at tables sipping lattes. The market in our neighbourhood does not fit this bill. We call it the sketchy market and love nothing more than wandering around looking for treasures. It lacks some charm but makes up for it in its people watching. We went today and I was armed with my camera but didn’t get as many shots as I would have liked because I underestimated the menacing looks I would get while taking pictures in a market that specializes in counterfeit and stolen goods.
That would be a table of random shoes for sale.
For the latest in construction site chic.
Presentation isn’t much but the food is good.
Who is buying these stuffed animals? Eww.
Mike and I both have a thing for Welch’s strawberry soda. This does not taste like it.
Because we obviously need some weapons.
I have wasted 25 years of my life wearing dragon-less jeans. That stops today.
It will never be on the list of must-dos for tourists but it makes for a fun morning.