London Walks

On May 14th, 1767, tea helped set the world on fire.

The Victorian computer visionary comparing programming to embroidery.

"Laughter is an important weapon..."

Blowing out 26 candles on a birthday cake the size of a power station

The law had a rather dim view of women becoming lawyers.

A birthday party for a puppet

he became part of the emotional weather of this country

It's Browning's masterpiece and London finally applauds.

If my death and the destruction of my reputation are necessary for your happiness…

In Highgate Cemetery, under that enormous head, London keeps him still.

The rabbit hole that’s still there if you know where to look.

Perfect for a man selling opera, elegance, and a bit of sparkle.

It's vintage Margot. A correction… and a demolition… in one perfectly aimed sentence.

Half of London pretending not to notice what it so obviously is.

This is London doing country-house grandeur.

"Bandit consumed 37 hairbands. He's none the worse for wear after his adventure."

the glass-and-steel spike cluster of Canary Wharf rises like a mirage

Its bar had become notorious.

It just quietly gets on with being rather good.

One of the greatest feats of navigation in history

A thousand years of history… tucked into three syllables.

There he is, seated among the broken stones, and history taps him on the shoulder.

Daniel Defoe. We find him in London.

You don't watch her. You feel her.

Wealthiest residential district in the United Kingdom.

April 23rd isn't just a date, it's a crowded room.

“I always distrust people who know so much about what God wants them to do to their fellows.”

"First impression... it's so green"

You see the whole improbable procession

God died on Piccadilly.

sometimes what comes out of that little game is… uncanny

world history hung in the balance

She always hits the right note

a man who would change the way the world eats.

a silver trumpet muffled in silk

The heart and soul of literary London

a local boy who carried his patch of London with him onto the world stage...

"not bloody likely"

“Wot’s that then?” “Some kind o’ foreign cucumber?”

the old rogue’s head doesn’t just go quietly...

Every night. For something like 700 years.

Never cleaned his shoes because cleaning wears them out.

Brixton Market, London... a concentrate of cultures.

he moment he brought that action, Oscar Wilde stepped into a trap.

This is London as you’ve never seen it. Didn’t know it could be.

From a prison cell in the Tower…
to a system of government that still shapes Britain today…

An actress young enough to be his daughter...

...one of the greatest hoaxes in London history

Send not to know for whom the bell tolls...

...a man on a bicycle looking at a sleeping city.