For some serious apparel shopping, you may want to consider Bishops Square where they have a congregation of market stalls selling a lot of pretty clothes for ladies at reasonable prices. Old Spitalfields Market is in a distance away, but this area will get you walking for quite some time - say, at least an hour or two. I didn't take many photos in here because photography is not allowed, but I guess enough to let you figure out what it's like.. I'm quite a disobedient tourist at times: 

We managed to zoom past The Gherkin on one of the London buses on the way to Bishops Square. Lo and behold the magnificent bullet-shaped building.

It is a vibrant place that also sells little trinkets, souvenirs, furniture, and whatnot. It gets quite repetitive after a while. For the really good and reasonably-priced goods, you need to spend some effort looking for them. You will find it very difficult not to part with your cash... so many adorable and pretty items that makes you want to shout, 'just take my money!' If Bishops Square doesn't interest you, at least Spitalfields next door would offer more to see.

As my saying goes... it's never too early for alcohol! Let me try to justify it: it was a really hot day. When they say London is all rain and gloom, don't trust them completely, especially in the middle of July! I guzzled down the inviting icy pear cider and immediately feel like I'm being restored to normalcy.

Coincidentally, it was a Sunday so occasion and all corny sentiments call for a Sunday Roast to be ordered to the table. This was one of the rare traditional British moments experienced, albeit in an air-conditioned restaurant. I loved every single bit of it, especially the roasted beef which succumbs easily to every bite.

The free-range chickens on the menu jumped out to our eager eyes, served with seasonal salad and gluten-free herb mayonnaise. It was equally delicious though less special than the Sunday Roast!

The Cracklings was a 'miss'; we concluded promptly that it could not pass even the least picky of tastebuds. It was inconsistently crispy, mostly not, and threatens our molars to a trembling fight most of the time.

Cheers! Look at me struggle taking a photo versus throwing the entire glass down my parched throat from all the shopping.

More spectacular building facades that captured my fancy as we walked away from Bishops Square to find a bus to get to Westminster for our next stop for the lazy.. the cruise! :)