First, let’s talk about Camden Market. Yes, it’s iconic. Yes, it has a famous lock and a bridge. But on a Saturday, Camden becomes a human sardine can with bad Wi-Fi. You will spend more time in a shuffling queue of tourists than actually seeing anything.
One surprising fact: the smell of fried dough and wet socks is scientifically proven to be the same aroma as regret. Pro tip: if you go, bring a spare pair of lungs and a very small, escape-route-friendly body frame. Otherwise, you’ll be stuck behind a giant inflatable banana taking a selfie for forty minutes.
