uk days } part four

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the eve george chose. she ended up jumping out of his pocket midway through our jaunt through shoreditch. but we found her and put her snuggly in my bag

the eve george chose. she ended up jumping out of his pocket midway through our jaunt through shoreditch. but we found her and put her snuggly in my bag

i promised myself 'no graffiti photos' but george made me do it

i promised myself ‘no graffiti photos’ but george made me do it

more shoreditch artwork

more shoreditch artwork

and more

and more

to get rid of the night's buzz, my favorite: reese's peanut butter cups. i devoured all three with a curious passion

to get rid of the night’s buzz, my favorite: reese’s peanut butter cups. i devoured all three with a curious passion. sorry for the fuzzy photo, i hadn’t noticed til i saw it the next day

yesterday afternoon i spent a lovely afternoon with my friend ayesha. funny enough, we met in shoreditch, which i had no idea we were doing because i only know london subterraneously and was shocked to see some of the landmarks from a couple nights ago!

yesterday afternoon i spent a lovely time with my friend ayesha. funny enough, we met in shoreditch, which i had no idea we were doing because i only know london subterraneously and was shocked to see some of the same  landmarks from a couple nights ago!

when we left our restaurant it rained. so we found a refuge most suitable to our conversation at the time

when we left our restaurant it rained. so we found a refuge most suitable to our conversation at the time

cheeky eve

cheeky eve

later on we returned to spitalfield market for a quick browse before heading to school to pick up the girls. i was told off by a grumpy vendor for taking photos of his old postcards. we then stared each other down when i left, and not in a nice way. he may have been the guy version of me

later on we returned to spitalfield market for a quick browse before heading to school to pick up the girls. i was told off by a grumpy vendor for taking photos of his old postcards. we then stared each other down when i left, and not in a nice way. he may have been the guy version of me

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