April 9th. Time to go home but not until 7 pm when my plane was suppose to leave. So I had a couple of hours to roam around one last time. This time I went with a targeted approach. Really targeted. I decided to spend the Sunday in Shoreditch. The night before I found out that there will be a big vintage fair on Brick Lane. This one: http://www.vintage-market.co.uk/. Uha! If there's something that excites me the most, these are vintage shops, second hand shops, basically everything old with a story from a different era. So I had a clear destination.
Stop #1 - I can't start shopping without a good coffee. I was set to have my coffee in Shoreditch directly but, as I was heading towards Gloucester Road I found a little cute spot and could not resist. This place was owned by an Italian as well and there was an Italian couple inside having a cappuccino and colazione. I sat in one of the corners and had one cappuccino.
Here I have to pause and let you know on my small illegal habit. I steal spoons from coffee shops or restaurants or...you know...everywhere. I have a small collection at home. I was about to steal this spoon as well. It was the pretties little thing I ever saw and I could already imagine it in my collection. I didn't because the owner was such a nice and cute little rabbit jumping up and down to make us feel comfortable so I couldn't do that to him. There is no such think as a thief with a moral compass. That's why I will never be a good thief (unless I drink something but that's a different story)
Stop #2 - Hopped on the Piccadilly line from Gloucester Road Station. Changed lines at King's Cross St. Pancras Underground Station where I took the Northern Line for the Old Street station. First stop - had a second cup of coffee at the hipster place called the Attendant. Loved to spend a couple of minutes here, by the window, enjoying an incredibly sunny day, watching people pass by, enjoying their outfits and writing in my little journal.
Stop #3 - fully pumped on caffeine, I continued my journey on Great Eastern St towards Brick Lane for the vintage fair: http://www.vintage-market.co.uk/. The streets were packed with people. Apparently I landed in a Sunday market which was taking over the entire neighbourhood. From organic veggies, fruits to all sorts of dishes: Indian, Mexican, Italian, Spanish. These people are so lucky to have such a rich mix of cultures and cuisines coming together. There was even a concert happening in a van. How cool is that?
I started walking around but I knew I had to keep a cool head and reach the vintage market, my initial destination. I made it there and it felt just like I was in heaven. I have no idea how many hours I spent in there, trying out all sorts of stuff. I finally got out with: a bag (£10), a pair of sunglasses (£8), an old glasses case (£2), a shirt (£20) and that's about it.
Stop #4 - this stop was actually not a stop but a walk...everywhere I could land my eyes on. I was like a little worm in the maze, trying to "eat" as many street art murals as possible.