There is a cool little photographer's enclave near the British Museum, based around a really special place called the Camera Cafe, where you can eat great cheap asian noodles or sit with a coffee & read, and ask a zillion questions of the camera whizzes who don't seem to mind if you don't buy any equipment. I didn't get my camera from them, as they mostly sell vintage film cameras, but at the neighbouring Camera City, which isn't actually a city at all, not even a small town. It's a teeny tiny shop owned by Rachel, who's had it for 13 years.
Just minutes before I bought my digital camera, I met Lilac, (also a photographer), outside, and got my last two shots with her being blinded by the sun on a beastly hot day. I aptly ran out of film, just before going digital. This won't be my last film shot, I promise. Her dress is from a trip to India, and she is way cool.