Camden, Sweet Camden

I fully admit to this being the nontheatrical highlight of my trip, as well as being the place where I wasted the most cash. I had my full week’s worth of money when I went myself (on a Tuesday), and by the end of that day was left with 1/4 of that money remaining in my bank account…
It would be almost embarrassing if it weren’t so totally worth it.
There was so much good food, so many stalls, and so many cool clothes. I was more amazed at the even cooler people. Oh good lord and the vibe of the place. the energy was electric the whole time. The style was beautiful, and the store owners even nicer (when they weren’t desperately trying to get you to buy something.)
I bought food, snacks, jewelry, toys, and souvenirs. Had I the funds, I would have gotten a permanent mark of London in the form of a piercing or maybe even a tattoo. Camden town alone has me fully considering moving abroad to somewhere in London. Nothing could be more Me than Camden Town, and I dream of the day I get to go back.
While the city is alive in the tube, and Piccadilly circus feels a bit like a calm time square, the west end abounds with theatre after theatre, and the City sprawling with buildings scraping the sky, my people can be found in Camden. (and also maybe the west end… I’m becoming a theatre nerd… how tragic)
These almost religious revelations were actually made on my second trip to Camden Town, as the first trip was not alone and much shorter. The first trip was actually with a friend of my mother’s who live in London. Patrick Hoy was a wonderful companion and guide to London and I was happy to have his assistance more than once on my trip here to London. But I am forced to admit, the short time I spent in Camden that day was chump change to the full day from start to finish that I spent wandering around the market, making temporary friends, and utterly shattering my bank account In Camden Town.
It was a trip I will never forget.