What does one do on a weekend in London......one goes to the markets......and so does every other fucking tourist, plus their mother, their grandmother, their sister, kids .......you get the drift I hope.
It was more than crowded.
The markets itself are quaint, interesting and full of treasures with buskers and food dotting the narrow streets. I would have loved to browse through the shops but because of the crowds, I was getting too flustered and bothered. I did however manage to pick up a couple of porcelain milk jugs and a sugar bowl, plus a pie, a handmade burger, and some veg.
The buskers as usual were fabulous and see first picture, they actually had a Drum kit made out of an old suitcase, and they played the blues.
The other pair, see second picture, looked like old men high on something, playing air guitar to a Led Zeppelin soundtrack! They got 50p for their effort.