Yesterday I went to Camden Market for the first time in, oh, a long time. It gets more hectic and less alternative as time goes by with lots of clones of shops selling the same tat. There even was a unit in the main Stables market selling a well known sports shoe brand (that doesn't need me advertising them, says I). Full of zombie tourists, even on a Monday when half the shops used to not bother opening ten years ago. The street food market by the canal is now a seven-day-a-week affair. Stopped by a Colombian stall, had an empanada, the attendant turned out to be Italian, he turned to his colleague in the Peruvian stall next door for change -and this one, too, was Italian. Authenticity at all costs, some things never change after all.
I don't think I'll be going very often; too hectic, too little of interest. Shame, I used to love the place
I don't think I'll be going very often; too hectic, too little of interest. Shame, I used to love the place
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I haven't been for years; it used to be a magical place to explore.
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