Camden Market was ravaged by huge fire. How sad!

Lately, I’ve been missing London a lot, so I booked a short trip at the end of the month, just to take in a bit of the city I called home only two years ago. And a visit to Camden was, of course, on my plans for the weekend.

I love the overload of colour and texture, the unfased crowd with outrageous clothes and over-the-top hairdos, and mostly, the never ending display of curious objects for me to lust after, and empty my pockets for. Yes, Camden is my shopping heaven, and I only escape coming out of there bankrupt because, at some point, the choice is so much it overwhelms and paralises me.

I do hesitate in going, now. London being London, when I arrive by the end of the month, it will be business as usual over there. But the fire will have left a scar too big to heal in so little time. A certain morbid curiosity and wishful thinking push me to go shopping in Camden anyway. But on the other hand, far from sight, far from the heart… If I don’t see it with my eyes, it’s like it never happened, right?