Whitecross Street Market

I very rarely spend much time in the city at the weekend - it's always so quiet and not much really goes on. It looks like a ghost town when you wander down the streets on a Saturday with hardly anyone around you and all the the shops are closed. So when I found out Whitecross Market was open for one weekend only I made the journey into town. Usually the market is only enjoyed by booted and suited city workers during the working week.

I met up with Lily, Hannah and Lauren armed with a few cheeky cans of Pimms in my bag and we set up shop on a kerb in front of the music canopy. The sun was out in force and we put the world to rights whilst being serenaded by a variety of singers. When my belly started to grumble we had a little wander to see what took our fancy. I opted for a burger - is it ever anything else? - stuffed with cheese and bacon finished off with a red velvet cupcake and a cake pop thrown in for the craic.

After the market packed up shop at 6pm, we wandered down to the lakes at the Barbican to bask in the sun for a few more hours. It was such a perfect way to spend a Saturday and i'll be sure to try and make more of an effort to enjoy the city more often.