I’m wandering past the low-rise Victorian railway arches of Bermondsey, South London, bleary-eyed at 6:30 on a Friday morning. The rising sun has smeared pink down the nearby Shard, the city’s newest, tallest tower, and London is waking up, starting to buzz.

I’m here for the weekly antiques market. Bermondsey is the first stop on a long weekend exploring London’s flea, vintage, and antiques fairs.