The next morning began slightly sluggishly due to the mild hangover from the night before. I took it easy and tubed it to Camden to spend some time getting lost in the maze of markets and alleys. You never knew what to expect as there was something new around every corner (although after a while it got a little repetitive; silver jewellery, indian fabric, english souvenirs, artsy bags, vintage jackets, floaty scarves, wooly cardigans and so on…).

There were even more people and tourists than expected, so it is worth taking a detour along the canal towards regents park.

Circling back, the next most difficult choice came in where to grab lunch. This time it was duck in a brioche dripping with raclette cheese (and grease….but the amount of walking I did should help in reducing any clogging in my arteries). This was followed by more coffee with old college friends and a drink in a bustling bar alongside the lock, dinner in Pizza East with a friend from Germany in Shoreditch (for which I was so late thanks to tube building works on weekends). We had seats on the bar right next to the kitchen which was neat, and the pizza was pretty good if you enjoy pizzas with a slightly thicker base – I think I’ve lived in northern Italy too long to prefer pizza Neapolitan style!

Had to strike a pose next to this graffiti covered wall!