Standing on the overground platform, arms crossed, I feel a vibration. Phone? No. Stomach. I am grumbling starving. Train, hurry up.

To the market we go. The weather is not great; grey and occasionally spitting onto my glasses. Only people with four eyes would understand. I'm lost...as always. I try to follow a lone guy a few metres in front of me, hoping he is going the same way. Turns out he is just as clueless. A canal path filled with health conscious joggers and cyclers lead me the way, instead. Hunger leads me on.

Famished and finally here. It's a lively street filled with two rows of back to back stalls, artisan crafts mixed with savoury and sweet foods. My lunch and dessert: my very first Scotch egg, a coconut macaroon from a well respected bakery, and a flat white, my daily morning essential.
Second part of the day: a trip to the galleries. The London tube stations need more bins. Any bins. I am forced to carry my empty coffee cup around for two hours because I do not litter. I end up chasing after a cleaning staff to pop it in his bag. Why two hours? Because the transportation in London is very disruptive at times, quite often, and especially on weekends. I ride the trains literally from East to West trying to find my way. I end up hopping on a bus in the end. Should perhaps have been my first option, all along. This one is the only non-double decker I have seen in London, yet everyone seems to want to get on it with me. At least one consolation - so far, no rains. Thank goodness.

I've already wasted so much time that a decision needs to be made. Saatchi or V&A? I will need to visit both in time, of course, but there is only time for one for today. So, V&A, it is. Oh no. Both the current special exhibitions, Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty and Shoes: Pleasure and Pain, are sold out! Boohoo. Oh, well. There are plenty of other, free, collections to see. So many of them. I love it.

Whenever I visit museums and galleries, I always pay a visit to their shops. I want everything in there. They are always overpriced. Most of the time, I never buy anything. Sad. So much walking and gazing and listening and touching and feeling inspired... makes me hungry again.
(Photos all from my visit to V&A)