Camden Town

                                                                                 It's been a few days now and it's only going to go by faster until we land come Monday morning. So far we woke early to defy the jet leg. Bianca is doing better but still has an eye infection on the mend. Yesterday we showed Bianca the best places in Camden Market.

Nothing is quite like the indie capital, everything from piercing to tattoos. At times all of the above. I feel like I can disappear in the sea of faces. The cafe was nice, and we got some tai food from the venders. Everywhere you turn is culture. Music and vintage shops, at first glance it seems over whelming but to us it was home. The tea cafes in the stables and the pray flags lining the shops.

                   We settled down around five when the market slows, we sat outside on couches and had sesha until the moon came out. The stress of Canada had been   lifted. It's our time now.


We ended up going to a pub in Putney that was two stories with book cases and had a charming bartender that served water and sols beers 3 for 5 qid. So we laughed until our eyes went heavy and turned in late.