Michael and I decided to walk to Broadway Market for lunch today. Broadway Market is like the Berkeley Bowl to Borough Market's Ferry Plaza, full of earnest couples with their woolly sweaters and their kids with wild hair and striped tights mixing with people from the surrounding council estates and a smattering of young hipsters recovering from a night on the pull. It's all very Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall meets Pete Doherty, only about a 20 minute walk from our flat.

We documented our odd ramble through Hackney in search of a hog roast sandwich and a cupcake:

Shoreditch Church

Courtyard of a building on Hackney Road

Ye Olde Axe - something's still going on in there, despite the facade.

At least that's what I keep telling myself.

Mmmm...sacreligious.

Indeed it is.

Who knew radiators could be so hip?

Is the Slow Farm like the Short Bus? (No...in all seriousness, this was a cool picture.)

BMX track at Hackney City Farm

Does what it says on the tin.

Not jaded enough not to still think these are cool.

What I want to shout to almost every band in England.

I'm ordering Thanksgiving flowers from this place by name alone.

Hot jellied eels, pies, and mash. Yes, it still exists.

Broadway Market on a Saturday

Everything from organic veg to vintage coats to vinyl to blankets.

Espresso cupcake with candied orange peel from Violet. Worth the walk.