Post 10: London Bridge is Falling Down

So I realised, in coming in to London Bridge this morning how much of our sightseeing is angled high.  Look at the Gherkin, the Grater, the Shard. The immodesty of high architecture.

I wonder if the coffee shop where I met E. for breakfast is meant to be kept secret.  It certainly plays the part. Easy to miss;  maybe like le Carre’s Smiley,  it is meant to remain innocuous, blend in with the crowds.  Here is the building which houses it: blinking, forgetting itself, stepping back into the shadows of the alleyway, shaded well by the Shard. Shh, dont' tell anyone. It is earmarked for redevelopment within the  next 6 months. But luckily I am with E. who presses a  buzzer on a door so easy to miss that even  knowing it was there we almost missed it, walking back and forth several times.

Then we take the lift to the second floor,  climb stairs for the rest. 

Then we miss the restaurant itself, because...well, wouldn't you?

This is its innocuous entrance

                                                                 Clandestine London.




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