When the lovely Zoe and Mike invited us to a craft fair, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But I should have known, that this being LA, it wasn’t going to be tea cosies and jam. It turned out to be the coolest goddamn market I’d ever seen, tucked away behind Chinatown. AND it had food trucks. Even though Mike was pretty devo his favourite truck, Ludo, hadn’t shown, we still got our pick of five mobile kitchens (and Mike seemed pretty happy with his deep-fried hot dog. Yes, really). And then, we did a little bit of holiday shopping. Even though Michael banned me from buying the most gorgeously ridiculous wreath made from gaudy vintage baubles (pics below), I now have a veritable…