Coming up the escalators of Camden station, which you could also be described as a wind tunnel, you can feel the Arctic weather before you even step outside. In the hustle and bustle of the city little puffs of peoples breath float upwards while strolling down the crowded high street. Upon approaching the indoor market the whiff of incense sticks and street food fills the air. The food court is packed full of hungry punters, luckily the amount of free food thats shoved in your face you don't have to pay for street food. While sat in the court yard of the stables I take in the sights of countless vintage stores, punk band t-shirts covering the walls of shops and shisha pipes at every turn. It maybe cold, but mulled wine keeps my hands warm as I continue to browse Collectif Clothing and the other edgy clothing stores!
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