After being hilariously corrected several times during our otherwise delightfully quaint walk around the market that it's actually pronounced, "Burrah" rather than "Burr-oooo", it was a real treat to soak in the sights of the place. Heaps of whipped goodness dotted the tops of stalls,
...while the cheese selection clearly woo'd me (and became breakfast).
My camera started acting (beautifully) up, and I totally went with it...
And though the weather didn't really cooperate (does it ever in Jolly Olde?),
...it certainly was a cool day to take cool pictures with a cool person.
And on my way home on Sunday, I caught a glimpse of what never fails to take my breath away: the quintessential London shot. I'm lucky, you know...and I know...it's a good life.
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