the breakfast club

I took a trip to a place called Angel this morning to meet a stranger. I wore cocoa coloured socks and mary janes. Not a complete stranger, we were previously quite aware of one another's existence. We strolled down a cobblestone lane to The Breakfast Club where we exchanged words for some time. He payed for my hot chocolate and then led me into groovy stores filled with vintage goodness.
Definitely a morning I would live again. 

I can't take credit for this photograph, I borrowed it from google images. I didn't feel right about whipping my camera out whilst conversing with a stranger.