We hung around there for a fairly short time and set off towards Camden town, since I hadn't seen the massive huge crazy Sunday market scene, and whoa nelly. There's so much more going on there during the weekends! It's like Haight Street married to a Street festival and a Flea Market rolled in to one. MASSIV! I made some more unwise-yet-awesome purchases, making me a big stupid consumer head. I got another pair of Swears, which brings the total up to 3 pairs, in case you're keeping count. This pair is almost subdued compared to the others, and hasn't a single lick of velcro. Also, they were on sale. Raaaah.
Pippilina and I spent a long time talking and drawing in a quiet blue pub called, strangely, Belushi's. We walked a while in the cold, and now we're back in Harringey talking about the Space Shuttle explody.
I saw a prostitute several times today just down the street, and oh man, skanky skanky. This neighborhood isn't exactly crackton, but we're talking honest streetwalkin' ladies of the night within spitting distance! Wow! How urban and edgy. I keep making special friends around here too, men who ask plainly if I want to go grind, or fuck, just like, as if they're doing a poll, or something. Aw. Sweetness and light!
Tomorrow we're going to go gawk and cringe at Body Worlds. Yay!