Missing Camden
I couldn’t stop myself. I drove through Camden Town. The huge oak market doors are locked, but the silence is soothing
This place, which I have been drawn to all of my life is extraordinary and there’s nowhere like it
The abundance of colours, textures, odours are unique to its markets. Crafts from across the world, silver jewellery crammed into tray after tray after tray. A treasure trove of delight
Ethnic hippy clothes, musty vintage retro, black silk, leather and lace gothic gear
Wallhangings, bed throws, cushions, hanging lanterns of stained glass, mosaic mirrors, fairy lights, candles, incense, add magic to any space
Dreadlocks, bandanas, mohicans, body piercings, tattoos, ear cuffs. Reggae, rock, punk, guitars, buskers, graffiti art, rage
All offer peace
Thai, Indian, Chinese street food, free tasters, served all day. Crepes, hot chocolate and strong, strong coffee.
Lose myself in Camden and drown me in your glory
Camden, you are resting. I am excited for your return. Please let it be soon
So I can be me