En route to Brick Lane, I passed some urban bikers, jumping from wall to stairs to pedestals.
While it was mildly startling at 10am in the morning to find bikes and armored riders jumping about, it was cool nonetheless.
On Brick Lane, a crowd was gathered around these two men, who were playing some sort of game that involved flicking a disc and trying to shoot them out of a circle and into the corners (?).
The food on Brick Lane always smells so delicious and appetizing-- this was what looked like a whole pig, just waiting to be carved up and eaten. Reminded me of the pig roasts back in the day.
This guy was an amazing percussionist, using just buckets and cans.
The street sellers were back this week, but only for a little while.
This woman was selling cupcakes, displayed in a pastel pattern. She matched her wares: the apron was the exact shade of mint green as many of the treats.
While it was mildly startling at 10am in the morning to find bikes and armored riders jumping about, it was cool nonetheless.
On Brick Lane, a crowd was gathered around these two men, who were playing some sort of game that involved flicking a disc and trying to shoot them out of a circle and into the corners (?).
The food on Brick Lane always smells so delicious and appetizing-- this was what looked like a whole pig, just waiting to be carved up and eaten. Reminded me of the pig roasts back in the day.
This guy was an amazing percussionist, using just buckets and cans.
The street sellers were back this week, but only for a little while.
This woman was selling cupcakes, displayed in a pastel pattern. She matched her wares: the apron was the exact shade of mint green as many of the treats.
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