Secret London

WE WALKED. WE GOT LOST, but only occasionally. We used the tube for the first time and wandered the little lane ways, graveyards, and churches of the city, starting from Tower Hill and ending at St Paul's railway station.



Apart from references to Dickens, Disraeli etc, much of the interest was in the many old churches that exist hidden amongst the overshadowing office blocks. Even when the church may have gone, often the old churchyard is still there, sometimes incorporated into a parklet.

Note the adornment above the gateway entrance to St Olaves.

There was one old Victorian market which has been kept.






Shoe shining in Diagon Alley.











Something for the Methodists.


Another beautiful Wren-designed church, with a pulpit in the middle sculptured by Henry Moore.












We are heading off to Wales, gin in hand. Stay tuned, culturebuffetusa, who dares to question Sue's concentration span ...

- Posted immediately.