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I donned stripey clothes and low-heeled boots for a trip to Camden Market. The whole neighborhood around Camden Town tube was jumping on a sunny late summer Sunday afternoon, with one or two pretty good buskers and an astonishing number of tattoo parlors.
As for the market, which is really several agglomerated markets, think Pike Place Market on steroids, only with everything in brick buildings. I'm guessing some of them used to be used for transportation or storage.
They have food from market stalls that isn't gross! Yay curry!
I was already planning on looking at jewelry, i.e. something I can fit in my suitcase, when I realized I'd lost an earring, most likely in one of the Northern line tube stations. That was a sign. I'm now wearing black circuit board-in-resin earrings*. I got charmed by a necklace with wings, and I'll be wearing it out sooner or later. Those people selling me stuff were a little smarmy, but hey, they had the goods I wanted.
There's a big, shiny store for raver gear called Cyberdog. With a DJ in the mainly basement store**. On the one hand, they've done a fantastic job of mining that particular subculture for commercial gain. On the other, the raver in me is outraged.
My local Goths were correct about the Goth clothes that I saw: nothing really unique, more like what you'd find on the internet these days. I wasn't really looking for anything like that though, because a) I'd have to get it home, and b) I spent the first year of the pandemic engaging in revenge shopping.
I could have stayed longer than the three hours that I did, but my feet and my bladder weren't having any of that. All in all, though, I'd do that again. And Sunday is absolutely the day to go, I've discovered.
*I used to write software for designing circuit boards. These are nostalgic for me.
**Never mind Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere; the real London is already largely subterranean.
As for the market, which is really several agglomerated markets, think Pike Place Market on steroids, only with everything in brick buildings. I'm guessing some of them used to be used for transportation or storage.
They have food from market stalls that isn't gross! Yay curry!
I was already planning on looking at jewelry, i.e. something I can fit in my suitcase, when I realized I'd lost an earring, most likely in one of the Northern line tube stations. That was a sign. I'm now wearing black circuit board-in-resin earrings*. I got charmed by a necklace with wings, and I'll be wearing it out sooner or later. Those people selling me stuff were a little smarmy, but hey, they had the goods I wanted.
There's a big, shiny store for raver gear called Cyberdog. With a DJ in the mainly basement store**. On the one hand, they've done a fantastic job of mining that particular subculture for commercial gain. On the other, the raver in me is outraged.
My local Goths were correct about the Goth clothes that I saw: nothing really unique, more like what you'd find on the internet these days. I wasn't really looking for anything like that though, because a) I'd have to get it home, and b) I spent the first year of the pandemic engaging in revenge shopping.
I could have stayed longer than the three hours that I did, but my feet and my bladder weren't having any of that. All in all, though, I'd do that again. And Sunday is absolutely the day to go, I've discovered.
*I used to write software for designing circuit boards. These are nostalgic for me.
**Never mind Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere; the real London is already largely subterranean.
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Date: 2021-09-05 07:35 pm (UTC)From:I'm glad you're having a great trip.
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