I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Borough Market
The market is closed on Sundays, although there were some random stalls open for business (and oh, did hot mulled wine sound extremely tempting!)
But I enjoyed walking through the market without the huge crowds. It seemed a little forlorn; you would never believe that thousands of people were elbowing their way through only twenty-four hours earlier.
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