Yet another gorgeous sunny day in London; 75 frackin' degrees and not a cloud in the sky.

I trekked down to Brick Lane market today in hopes of buying a used bicycle. I should mention that 90% of all bikes sold in Brick Lane are stolen. I felt guilty about contemplating such a purchase, as it would inevitably create a demand for stolen bikes. But my Catholic guilt quickly passed after a few minutes when I saw that dozens of other Londoners had the same idea. The bike market was PACKED today. Unfortunately I could not find a bike that suited my needs or size. Maybe next weekend.

A few scenes from East London today:

From top to bottom: Articulated puppet of Queen Elizabeth II; a street performer on Brick Lane; articulated puppet; The Ten Bells Pub, where Jack the Ripper picked up the prostitutes he later butchered; Brick Lane graffiti of Mr. Spock; alternative street signs posted on on a construction site.