So my own personal version heaven would probably look exactly like Borough Market on a sunny sunday morning – right down to the overcrowded masses and scuffed pavements.
And despite having thought about what a place entirely dedicated to my favourite thing on this planet must be like for what seems like eons – I only visited for the first time last month. Entirely by accident.
Getting off a stop too early on my way to a friend’s house I literally found myself standing in the above archway, staring up, mouth agape, and with only 10 minutes to spare before I would be late for meeting people. (The worst luck I know). Continue reading