A hell of a town

I had a very crazy morning. My roommate and I decided to go to Camden market this morning to get some produce and just have a look around. We really had no idea of what to expect. I wasn't expecting much but I should have been reminded of London's constant ability to surprise, amaze and amuse when on our way to the train station to go to the market we saw a giant eyeball, about 30 yards high, that had appeared in the middle of the little park two blocks down from our flat over night. I later found out it was a promotion for a new TV station but there was no indication of that at all, just a giant eye.
When we got off the tub at the Camden Town station, we saw only a few stands with nothing too interesting being sold from them. I was disappointed but we decided to keep looking around. After walking around for a few minutes we made a turn onto Camden High Street and I then realized I should never doubt London again. As far as the eye could see there were rows and rows of stands and thousands of people between and in them. We walked around in amazement for several hours and never made our way out of the market. The stands wound around, on top of and underneath buildings, bridge and water ways.
I have literally never seen anything like the Camden Town Market. It is like the largest and most diverse festival imaginable but it is a permanent fixture of Camden Town. One minute you can be in an open air square with farmers vending there fresh produce and the next minute you can turn down a narrow alley and end up surrounded by neon lights, house music, and "cyber goths". There are so many different types of people from the yeomen farmers and cyber goths to punks, hippies, rastas and hippsters all converging in the confines of this huge market to buy and sell an assortment of products as diverse as the people selling them.
On our way back from the market we exited the tube station and say a rally of about 50 strong outside the Scientology building that is positioned a few buildings down from our tube stop. It was complete with signs lambasting the "capitalistic and fraudulent" nature of Scientology being held by young and old people alike all wearing guy Fawkes masks.
And all this and I'm back in time to get ready for a coach tour of London scheduled for us for the afternoon and after that get everything squared way for starting my internship tomorrow...