We are staying with my aunt in her little flat in Camberwell. An hour ago we went for a walk. This place hasn't changed at all!
We walked to Peckham. I really love it; it's a bit addictive. All the durable old buildings with scruffy shops that have epic names like The International Beauty Salon built into them, and the multitudinous fruit and vegetable stalls, and the 99p shops selling things like biscuits and curly orange wigs, and the newsagencies that are hardly big enough to fit more than one person inside, and the salons with all the haircuts listed with prices in Nigerian dollars, and the Camberwell College of Art, and the numerous restaurants boasting food from every culture imaginable, and the array of churches offering varying degrees of salvation.
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