In all my recent trips to London, Camden, has conspired to allure me every single time. It's unruly and frantic streets, stables, turned into market stalls, old brick walls, filled densely, with endless fabrics and colourful signage. Some handmade, some individually carved. Its vintage tones and worn out doors. It's silent corners, that play raucously on night fall, its beautifully vibrant, creative, eclectic crowd. There's a part of me that says I will see another of London's parts next time, but as the dust settles, I remember, there's a corner of Camden I have yet to see. Happy Friday dear friends! And I certainly hope, trips have been planed, for the sun promises to brighten up the way.