Quirky

Camden is the only place I know with crying jumpers.

A shrine for cult classics and endless memes.

It smells like a car boot sale, scent of leather and vinyls.

On your left, there's jigsaws, fun presents and crochet heroes.

On your right, chicken samples, bubble tea and fresh orange juice.

You see something that reminds you of somebody else;

Art that glows in the dark, mulled wine, and vintage books.

I'm sure there was a Moomin shop around here somewhere.

And where did that awesome vintage shop go? The one where

I bought the Chinese gold and black jacket.