Today was GROOVY. It smelled like piss, patchouli, good old hand-crafted rock music and freedom. :)
Then there was Camden...
Wonder would it be awful or awesome, if I made my living there. hmmm.
The external market is great already, but it gets really psychedelic once you get into the Horse Tunnel Market. People there REALLY live the image the shops are coming with, so it seems. You meet the strangest, most egocentric creatures, remains from the sixties and seventies mindwise. luv it luv it luv it. It really is the Groovy Kind of Love. After walking around the outside area for a little time again (we had some lemonade, meanwhile that might or might not have been fresh - or as old as the stand we purchased it in...), we saw street performers play music und two men doing capoeira alongwards, just before we went of, searching for a pub, but rather ended up taking a lenghthy but nice walk around the upper parts of the London Bridge area, were a nice, but slightly importunate lady - originally from Switzerland but living in London for 50 years - told us a bit about that wharf area, being originally the setting of Dicken's Oliver Twist - now containing flats that cost "an arm and a leg" to live in.
And that is what is actually bugging me a little: the failing in finding a spark of Old London; it's there, but as far as I have seen "modernly enhanced". :(