After our Vietnamese lunch, we made our way to the adjacent neighborhood, Kensington Market which was strangely fascinating. Reminiscent of the old Haight Ashbury of the early 70s with indian clothes, head shops, the smell of incense and patchouli, vans covered in bumper stickers and decals and hippie looking folk who are too young to be the originals. Interspersed are some lovely cheese, fish, vegetable, and dried fruit stores and a men's clothier shop that dates back to the 1960s. Add a few Mexican and Jamaican eateries, some vintage record shops, a medical marijuana dispensary and a place with a bubble machine. Wild to say the least.
