Secret London: Hidden Alleys, Ancient Stones & Forgotten Stories

Two thousand years of history hiding in plain sight — from the City to the Strand

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  1. 1. St Bartholomew's Hospital — England's Oldest

    St Bartholomew's Hospital, West Smithfield, London EC1A 7BE

    You're standing before a building that has been healing the sick on this Exact spot for over nine hundred years. This is St. Bartholomew's Hospital... or simply, Barts. And its origin story reads like a medieval fairy tale.

    The year is eleven twenty-three. A man named Rahere... who Was this man, exactly? Sources call him a courtier, a minstrel, perhaps even a jester in the court of King Henry the First. His medieval biographer tells us he won friends by soothing them "with jokes and flatterings." But something changed. During a pilgrimage to Rome, Rahere fell desperately ill... probably with malaria. Believing he was dying, he made a vow: if he survived, he would build a hospital for London's poorest. Then, he had a vision. Saint Bartholomew himself appeared and gave very specific instructions... build at Smithfield.

    The problem? Smithfield was marshy wasteland... and the dry ground was used for executing criminals. Not exactly prime real estate. But Rahere built it anyway. It took ten years, and he ran the hospital until his death around eleven forty-three. You can still visit his ornate tomb in the nearby Priory Church of Saint Bartholomew the Great.

    Now, look up at the gatehouse. That statue above the entrance is the Only public full-body statue of King Henry the Eighth in all of London! When Henry dissolved the monasteries in fifteen thirty-nine, the hospital nearly died. But London's citizens petitioned the king, and in fifteen forty-six he granted Barts to the City. Its official legal name? "The House of the Poore in West Smithfield in the suburbs of the City of London of Henry the Eighth's Foundation." That mouthful stayed on legal documents until the National Health Service was formed in nineteen forty-eight!

    But here's a darker tale. In thirteen eighty-one, the rebel leader Wat Tyler was struck down by the Lord Mayor, William Walworth, right Here in Smithfield during the Peasants' Revolt. Badly wounded with a knife to the neck, Tyler was carried into This hospital. But the Mayor tracked him down inside, dragged him out... and had him beheaded in the square.

    And one more brilliant chapter. In sixteen oh nine, a physician named William Harvey took up his post here at Barts. It was while working at This hospital that he developed his revolutionary theory of blood circulation... overturning fourteen hundred years of medical dogma. He published his findings in sixteen twenty-eight, and it remains one of the most important discoveries in all of medicine.

    Nine centuries of continuous care, on the very same ground. From a jester's fevered vision... to the forefront of modern science. That is the extraordinary story of Barts.

  2. 2. Watts Memorial to Heroic Self-Sacrifice

    Postman's Park, King Edward Street, London EC1A 7BT

  3. 3. All Hallows by the Tower

    All Hallows by the Tower, Byward Street, London EC3R 5BJ

    You're standing before a building that has witnessed nearly every chapter of London's story. All Hallows by the Tower is the oldest church in the City of London, founded by the Abbey of Barking in six seventy-five AD... three Hundred years before the Tower of London next door even existed.

    But this ground is far older than the church itself. Descend into the crypt beneath, and you'll find a second-century Roman pavement, discovered in nineteen twenty-six — the tessellated floor of a domestic house from the late second century. Imagine that. Nearly two thousand years ago, a Roman family walked across that very floor... and it's still here, beneath your feet.

    Now, here's a detail most people miss. That Roman pavement is cut across by the foundation wall of the original Saxon church — you can literally See one era slicing through another. Layers of London, stacked like pages in a book.

    And speaking of hidden things... in nineteen forty, during the Blitz, bomb damage revealed an archway built of reused Roman tiles and stonework, hidden within the medieval walls. A Saxon arch, possibly from the seventh century, concealed for a Thousand years... and it took a German bomb to set it free.

    The church's proximity to the Tower of London meant it acquired some grim connections. The beheaded victims of Tower executions were sent here for temporary burial — including Thomas More, Bishop John Fisher, and Archbishop Laud. When Cardinal John Fisher was beheaded by order of Henry the Eighth in fifteen thirty-five, his body was thrown naked into a rough grave in the churchyard.

    But the story I love most happened on September second, sixteen sixty-six. The Great Fire of London started in Pudding Lane, just a few hundred yards away. Admiral Penn — William Penn's father — along with his friend Samuel Pepys, watched London burn from the tower of this church. Pepys described it as "the saddest sight of desolation." And then Admiral Penn Saved this church — he had his men from a nearby naval yard blow up the surrounding buildings to create firebreaks! Controlled demolition... in sixteen sixty-six!

    William Penn, founder of Pennsylvania, was baptised here in sixteen forty-four, and John Quincy Adams, the sixth President of the United States, was married here in seventeen ninety-seven.

    And one more treasure before you go inside. An unusual relic in the crypt is the original crow's nest from Ernest Shackleton's ship, the Quest — the vessel that took him on his final voyage to South Georgia, where he died in January nineteen twenty-two. How it ended up here... nobody knows for certain.

    This is a place where Roman, Saxon, medieval, and modern London all exist in the same space. Step inside... and walk through two thousand years.

  4. 4. St Dunstan in the East Garden

    St Dunstan in the East, St Dunstan's Hill, London EC3R 5DD

  5. 5. Lovat Lane

    Lovat Lane, London EC3R 8DT

    Look down at your feet. See those cobblestones? You're standing on one of the very few remaining examples of what London's streets and alleys once looked like. This is Lovat Lane... and it has a secret past hiding right there in its name.

    You see, this lane is a Lot older than its name. It was originally called Love Lane... and the reason? Well, that depends who you ask. Some say its dark, secluded nooks and crannies were ideal locations for ladies of the night. The Elizabethan historian John Stow had a rather more colorful phrase for them. But various early references may have wrongly confused this lane with Another Love Lane, which Stow described as "so-called of wantons." The truth? The connection here was actually to Salmon... and to Lord Lovat, whose fisheries supplied the nearby Billingsgate Market with copious amounts of fish.

    The name was changed in nineteen thirty-nine to avoid confusion with another Love Lane near the Guildhall. And just like that... Love Lane became Lovat Lane.

    Now, look at the slope beneath you. Unusual for modern streets in London, the gutters and drains here run down the Middle of the lane... exactly as they would have in the Middle Ages. You're literally walking in a medieval drainage system!

    This spot sits just a few streets down from the famous Pudding Lane, where the Great Fire began in sixteen sixty-six. Lovat Lane got badly damaged in that inferno, and the church you can see rising above you... Saint Mary at the Hill... was severely damaged as the fire tore through the neighboring streets. It was then rebuilt under the program managed by Christopher Wren, though it was probably Wren's brilliant assistant Robert Hooke who was responsible for much of the actual design.

    And here's something most people miss entirely. Wren designed this church as a Greek cross with a dome at its center... and later put forward an almost identical design for Saint Paul's Cathedral, which was Rejected! So in a way, this humble church on Lovat Lane is a preview of the Saint Paul's that never was.

    The lane took another massive hit from German bombers during World War Two... but because most of the buildings here are protected by Grade Two Listed status, the reconstructed buildings had to be replicated to their original designs... preserving this extraordinary time-warp feeling.

    Before you move on, glance down toward the bottom of the lane. If you look up above the pub called The Walrus and the Carpenter, you'll see a weather vane in the shape of a Bawley fishing boat... the kind that once plied the Thames catching whitebait for Billingsgate Market, right here at the foot of this lane. A tiny golden boat, still sailing above the rooftops of London... a last echo of the fishermen who gave this ancient alley its name.

  6. 6. The London Stone

    105 Cannon Street, London EC4N 5AD

    Look through the glass in front of you... and you'll see one of London's strangest survivors. A rough, pale block of limestone, barely bigger than a carry-on suitcase. It doesn't look like much. But this... is the London Stone. And for nearly two Thousand years, it has been sitting at the heart of this city, refusing to disappear.

    Geologically, it's a block of oolitic limestone that originally came from Rutland, a type of stone that doesn't occur naturally anywhere near London, meaning someone deliberately brought it here. But who? And why? That's the mystery no one has been able to solve.

    Archaeologists in the nineteen sixties discovered that in its original location, the Stone would have been aligned with the centre of a massive Roman building... tentatively identified as a Praetorium, possibly the Roman governor's Palace itself. Some believe the Stone was originally a monument erected in the palace forecourt. Imagine... the very spot where the Roman governor of Britannia held power.

    In fifteen ninety-eight, the historian John Stow described it as "a great stone... pitched upright, fixed in the ground verie deep, fastened with bars of iron." A French visitor twenty years earlier recorded it standing three feet high above ground, much larger than what you see today. It seems to have been damaged by the Great Fire of sixteen sixty-six, which destroyed all the surrounding buildings.

    Now here's where it gets dramatic. In fourteen fifty, Jack Cade, leader of a rebellion against the corrupt government of Henry the Sixth, entered the city with his men, struck his sword on London Stone, and claimed to be "Lord of this city." There doesn't seem to be a record of any existing tradition behind this, so Cade might have simply been indulging in theatrics... but it was compelling enough for Shakespeare to include it in Henry the Sixth, Part Two, where he transformed the stone into a rebel's throne.

    And then there's the prophecy. It has been called the Stone of Brutus, linked to the legend that it was part of an altar built by Brutus of Troy, the mythical Trojan founder of London... with the saying: "So long as the Stone of Brutus is safe, so long shall London flourish." Sounds ancient, doesn't it? But according to historian John Clark, "It isn't an ancient rhyme." It was actually invented by an eccentric Welsh clergyman around eighteen sixty-two. A myth... barely a hundred and sixty years old, disguised as ancient wisdom.

    Today, the Worshipful Company of Masons and the Worshipful Company of Spectacle Makers inspect the Stone every May, verifying its continued existence. Just to be safe. Because in London... you don't take chances with a two-thousand-year-old puzzle that might just be holding the whole city together.

  7. 7. Inner Temple Garden

    Inner Temple Garden, Crown Office Row, London EC4Y 7BB

    You're standing in one of London's best-kept secrets... a three-acre garden hidden in plain sight, just steps from the roar of Fleet Street. This is the Inner Temple Garden. And the story of this place stretches back over Eight hundred years.

    The Inner Temple was established by the Knights Templar in eleven ninety-five. These warrior monks, freshly returned from the Crusades, built their church and hall right here on the banks of the Thames. Where this garden now spreads its green lawns would have been marshland running down to the river... used to grow vegetables for the kitchen and herbs for medicine.

    The first recorded gardener was appointed in thirteen oh seven — one of just twenty or so people living in the entire Temple at the time. Think about that. Seven Centuries of continuous gardening on this very soil.

    But here's why this place truly matters to English history — or at least, to English Legend. Shakespeare set the Temple Gardens as the scene in Henry the Sixth, written around fifteen ninety-one, where the Wars of the Roses begins. In that famous scene, noblemen spill out from the hall into this very garden, too heated to argue indoors. Richard Plantagenet plucks a white rose... the Earl of Somerset picks a red one. And just like that, sides are drawn for a civil war that would consume England for thirty years.

    Now, the Inner Temple Library itself notes that Shakespeare's story "has not yet been corroborated by contemporary evidence." The rose-plucking may be pure theatrical invention. But the garden leans Into the legend — this otherwise undocumented event is commemorated by a rose bed alternately planted with roses representing the Houses of York and Lancaster.

    And the surprises don't stop with Shakespeare. In eighteen eighty-eight, the Royal Horticultural Society chose this site to stage its Spring Flower Show. They returned each year until nineteen eleven, when the show's increasing popularity forced the R-H-S to find a larger home... the Royal Hospital at Chelsea. That's right. The world-famous Chelsea Flower Show was Born right here, beneath your feet.

    During the Second World War, the garden took a significant toll. Rubble from the badly damaged surrounding buildings was gathered along the borders, and a barrage balloon named "Shirley Temple" was positioned in the middle of the lawn. Even in wartime, this place kept a sense of humor.

    Look for the ornate wrought-iron gates as you wander through — they were erected in seventeen thirty and feature the Inner Temple's winged horse, the Pegasus, alongside the Gray's Inn griffin. Nearby you'll find a sundial dating from seventeen oh seven.

    Near the pond, keep an eye out for a small lead statue of a boy from nineteen twenty-eight, by sculptor Margaret Wrightson, inscribed with a quotation from Charles Lamb's essay: "Lawyers, I suppose, were children once." A perfect little reminder... that even the most serious place in London was once a playground.

  8. 8. Temple Church

    Temple Church, Inner Temple Lane, London EC4Y 7BB

    Step off the bustle of Fleet Street... through a narrow archway... and into another world entirely. Charles Dickens once observed of this place: "Who enters here leaves noise behind." And he was right. The cobblestones grow quieter, the buildings close in around you, and suddenly... you're standing before one of the most extraordinary churches in all of England.

    This is Temple Church. It was consecrated on the tenth of February, eleven eighty-five, by Patriarch Heraclius of Jerusalem himself. Think about that. A patriarch who had traveled all the way from the Holy Land to bless this very ground.

    It's famous for its round shape — a deliberate design choice by the Knights Templar, modeled on the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem. And here's something most people walk right past — inside that round church is a circle of the Earliest known surviving free-standing Purbeck Marble columns in existence.

    But this wasn't just a place of worship. For nearly a hundred and fifty years, this church doubled as a discreet location where people could safely deposit money and jewels. It may have looked like a church from the outside... but this was one of Britain's First banks.

    Now look down at the floor. Nine stone figures lie here, weathered by centuries, all depicted in their early thirties — the age at which Christ died. These sculptures were once Blazing with color. Analysis from the eighteen forties revealed delicate flesh tones on the faces, light green on the mouldings, gilding on the ring-mail... and the surcoats were painted crimson with light blue linings.

    And the most important figure among them? William Marshal, the First Earl of Pembroke — a man called "the best knight that ever lived." He served Four English kings and was one of the chief mediators in the years leading up to Magna Carta. In January twelve fifteen, right here in this church, a group of armed barons charged in and confronted King John, demanding his submission to a charter. The negotiations that unfolded within these walls helped shape the document that would change the course of democracy Forever.

    One more secret. The circular staircase of this church hides a tiny space — just four and a half feet long and two feet nine inches wide. The story goes it was a penitentiary cell where a Templar named Walter Bacheler spent his final, miserable days.

    This was where the Knights Templar conducted their famously mysterious initiation ceremonies. Initiates would enter through the West door at dawn, before taking oaths of piety and chastity. What exactly happened in those ceremonies? Nobody outside the order ever knew for certain. That secrecy was later manipulated by King Philip the Fourth of France to fabricate charges and destroy the entire order.

    And yet... the church endured. It survived the Great Fire of London in sixteen sixty-six. It was even refurbished by Sir Christopher Wren. Then came the night of May tenth, nineteen forty-one — the most devastating raid of the Blitz. German bombers dropped seven hundred and eleven tons of explosives on London. Temple Church was at the heart of these attacks. But once again... it was rebuilt.

    Nine centuries of crusaders, kings, secret rites, and firestorms — and still, these stone knights lie here in silence, exactly where they were placed... waiting.

  9. 9. St Dunstan-in-the-West Clock

    St Dunstan-in-the-West, Fleet Street, London EC4A 2HR

    Look up above the traffic of Fleet Street... and you'll spot something extraordinary. A huge clock jutting out from the church facade, easy to walk past if you don't know it's there. But this is no ordinary timepiece. This clock dates from sixteen seventy-one, and it was the First public clock in London to have a minute hand. Think about that... before this clock, Londoners only knew the hour. Minutes simply didn't exist on the street.

    Now look closely at those two golden figures flanking the bells. In an alcove behind the clock stand two giants holding clubs, dressed in gilded animal skins. They're automata — their heads turn and their arms move, striking the bells on the hours and quarters with their clubs. Some say they represent Gog and Magog, the mythical guardian giants of London. And here's a detail most people miss — the clock sticks out from the front of the church and features faces on Both sides, so travelers could read the time whether they were heading toward the City or toward Westminster.

    But how did this clock survive three and a half centuries? Well... it almost didn't. The clock was crafted by clockmaker Thomas Harris and was commissioned to celebrate the church's survival during the Great Fire of London. That survival itself is a remarkable story. The Dean of Westminster roused Forty scholars from Westminster School in the middle of the night, who extinguished the flames with buckets of water. The fire came within three doors of the church!

    Then came a second crisis. When the church was rebuilt in the eighteen thirties, the clock was removed and, to universal outrage, sold to Viscount Hertford, who carried it off to his mansion in Regent's Park. For over a Century, the giants of St Dunstan's were in exile. It wasn't until nineteen thirty-five that Lord Rothermere returned the clock to mark the Silver Jubilee of King George the Fifth.

    And one more thing... when the clock was first installed, this area became notorious for pickpockets who went to work on unsuspecting passersby who had stopped to watch the giants strike. So the very First public attraction on Fleet Street was also London's first pickpocket hotspot!

    Even Charles Dickens couldn't resist this clock. In David Copperfield, David and his aunt Betsy Trotwood make a special trip to see the giants Gog and Magog strike the bells. And the poet John Donne — he was the rector at St Dunstan's from sixteen twenty-four to sixteen thirty-one, while also serving as Dean of St Paul's Cathedral. So next time you hear those bells chime... remember, these giants have been keeping London's time for over three hundred and fifty years.

  10. 10. Neal's Yard

    Neal's Yard, Covent Garden, London WC2H 9DP

    Look around you. Electric blue, sunshine yellow, vivid pink... these walls explode with colour like nowhere else in London. But this kaleidoscopic courtyard you're standing in? Just fifty years ago, it was a dark, rat-infested, derelict yard... a forgotten dead-end that most Londoners walked right past.

    Until the mid-nineteen seventies, Neal's Yard didn't even appear on the London A to Z. It was literally Off the map. A place that didn't officially exist.

    The name goes back over three hundred years. Thomas Neale — known as "The Great Projector" — was an MP for thirty years, Master of the Mint, and a gambler-entrepreneur who adopted a star-shaped plan with six radiating streets to dramatically increase the number of houses that could be built on the site. That's Seven Dials, just around the corner. But this little courtyard behind it? It became nothing more than a service yard for the old Covent Garden fruit and vegetable market.

    Then, in nineteen seventy-four, everything changed. A wonderfully eccentric man named Nicholas Saunders bought a banana-ripening warehouse in the Yard for just seven thousand pounds — thanks to an inheritance from his great-aunt. A Banana warehouse! Saunders was a figurehead of London's alternative scene who wrote books teaching people how to enjoy London without lots of money.

    He wanted to Live here, but the council said no. So instead, he transformed the derelict banana warehouse into a wholefoods shop, introducing organic and natural products to a wider public. Everyone thought he was mad. But from that single shop... an empire of idealism grew. He backed friends in launching what would become some of London's most beloved brands — Neal's Yard Dairy with Randolph Hodgson, Monmouth Coffee with Anita Le Roy, and Neal's Yard Remedies with Romy Fraser.

    And here's a detail most people miss. In nineteen seventy-six, Monty Python stars Michael Palin and Terry Gilliam bought offices right here at number eleven Neal's Yard. So while Saunders was selling lentils from sacks on the floor, some of British comedy's greatest minds were writing sketches just upstairs.

    And what became of Nicholas Saunders himself? Described as a "hippy capitalist," he combined visionary idealism with practical enterprise. He slept in a suspended egg in a rooftop flat he designed above the yard. Sadly, he died in nineteen ninety-eight, aged sixty, in a car crash near Kroonstad, South Africa... while researching the use of psychoactive drugs in traditional rituals around the world. An eccentric visionary, right to the very end.

    Take a moment. Look at these painted walls, the hanging plants, the vines tumbling from balconies. Every splash of colour is a quiet rebellion — one man's refusal to let London swallow another forgotten corner. And somehow... it worked.

  11. 11. Seven Dials Monument

    Seven Dials, Covent Garden, London WC2H 9BY

    Look around you. Seven streets radiate outward from this very spot like the spokes of a wheel... and at the centre stands this elegant pillar, topped with gilded sundials. This is the Seven Dials Monument, and it holds one of London's most delicious secrets.

    Back in the sixteen nineties, this entire area was open farmland, owned by the Worshipful Company of Mercers. An ambitious MP named Thomas Neale saw a golden opportunity to turn it into London's most fashionable address. Neale was known as "The Great Projector." He was an MP for thirty years, sat on sixty two parliamentary committees, served as Master of the Mint... and even introduced England's first lottery, the precursor to today's National Lottery.

    Now here's where his genius shows. Neale designed this star-shaped layout to create triangular plots, because in those days, rent was charged per foot of Frontage rather than by square footage. More corners meant more front doors, and more front doors meant more money in his pocket.

    He commissioned England's leading stonemason, Edward Pierce, to design the Sundial Pillar in sixteen ninety three as the centrepiece of it all. And here's a detail most people miss. Count the sundial faces up there. Go on. You'll find... only Six. That's because Neale's original plan had only six streets. The seventh was added later, so the column itself acts as the gnomon of the seventh dial, casting its own shadow to tell the time.

    But the story takes a dark turn. Neale's first tenants were respectable lawyers and merchants. But a subsequent owner broke up the freehold, buildings were subdivided and sublet, and the once genteel neighbourhood became one of London's Worst slums... a byword for poverty, the haunt of thieves, cutthroats, and prostitutes. At one point, each of the seven corners facing this monument housed a pub, their cellars connected underground, providing handy escape routes should the need arise.

    Now... every London guidebook will tell you the original pillar was torn down in seventeen seventy three by an angry mob searching for buried treasure. It's a fantastic legend. But the Real story? Research by Trust Chairman David biEda revealed that the pillar was actually removed by order of the Paving Commissioners, in an attempt to rid the area of "undesirables" who congregated around it. No treasure. No mob. Just bureaucrats trying to scatter the riffraff... and failing miserably.

    The original column ended up at the house of architect James Paine in Addelstone, Surrey, and was later re-erected in nearby Weybridge as a memorial to a Prussian duchess. It's still there today, known as the York Column.

    Various attempts were made by the London County Council and Camden Council to get it back, but Weybridge Council refused. So what did London do? They built a brand new one! The Seven Dials Trust reconstructed this replica in nineteen eighty nine... the first project of its kind in London since Nelson's Column in the eighteen forties. It was unveiled by Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands, honouring the Dutch connection, since Neale was one of the men who met William of Orange when he arrived to claim the English crown.

    The dials you see were carved and gilded by Caroline Webb, with the mathematics verified by astronomer Gordon Taylor. Each face is accurate to within ten seconds. So next time someone asks you the time... just look up.

  12. 12. Cecil Court

    Cecil Court, London WC2N 4HE

    Take a look around you. This narrow, pedestrian lane connecting Charing Cross Road and Saint Martin's Lane... may look like just a quaint row of old bookshops. But Cecil Court has been hiding secrets for over three hundred years.

    It was laid out at the end of the seventeenth century by one of London's most successful property developers, Nicholas Barbon. The street was named after Robert Cecil, First Earl of Salisbury, an important courtier to Queen Elizabeth the First.

    Now, here's where it gets dramatic. In seventeen thirty-five, a substantial part of Cecil Court was razed to the ground... almost certainly arson, on the part of a tenant, a Mrs. Colloway, who was running a brandy shop And a brothel on this very street. She over-insured her brandy stock, purchased kindling, and made certain she was drinking with friends nearby when the fire took hold. And yet... she was acquitted.

    But the street rose from those ashes, and its Next chapter is extraordinary. In seventeen sixty-four, Cecil Court became the temporary home of eight-year-old Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who was touring Europe with his family. They lodged with a barber named John Couzin. Tickets for Mozart's first London concerts were sold right from Couzin's shop, and the young Mozart performed Twice for King George the Third. According to some modern authorities, Mozart composed his very first symphony while a resident of this little alley! Look for the plaque at Number Nine — it was unveiled by actor Simon Callow, who created the role of Amadeus on stage.

    Now, fast forward to the turn of the twentieth century, and Cecil Court reinvents itself Again. The first film-related company arrived here in eighteen ninety-seven, just a year after the first demonstration of moving pictures in the United Kingdom. Homegrown pioneers like Cecil Hepworth and James Williamson had their offices here, alongside international companies including Gaumont and American Vitagraph. The street earned the nickname... "Flicker Alley." Hepworth even released the First film version of Alice in Wonderland from his Cecil Court offices in nineteen oh three.

    And today? Watkins Books, London's oldest occult bookstore, has been here since eighteen ninety-seven, attracting figures like Aleister Crowley. A biography of Crowley even claims he once made All the books in Watkins magically disappear... and reappear. The Irish poet W. B. Yeats, a member of the mysterious Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, was a frequent patron as well.

    And what about that Harry Potter connection? Many fans believe this is The real Diagon Alley. Cecil Court, being "just off Charing Cross Road" with its curious mix of bookshops and antique shops, is widely believed to be the thoroughfare on which Diagon Alley was based. At night, this alleyway is even lit by the flickering glow of gas lamps. But here's the twist... When asked directly in twenty twenty, J. K. Rowling denied any connection, saying she had "no idea how many streets were claiming to be the inspiration" and that Diagon Alley was "not based on any real place."

    Believe her or not... just take one more look at these hanging shop signs, the gas-lit windows, the shelves of dusty spellbooks. Sometimes a place doesn't need an author's permission to be magical.

  13. 13. Nell Gwynne's House

    79 Pall Mall, London SW1Y 5ES

    Look up at this handsome building... seventy-nine Pall Mall. There's a blue plaque on the wall that reads simply: "Nell Gwynne lived here, sixteen seventy-one to sixteen eighty-seven." But behind those words lies one of London's greatest rags-to-royalty stories.

    Samuel Pepys called her "pretty, witty Nell," and she's been regarded as a living embodiment of Restoration England... a folk heroine whose story echoes the tale of Cinderella. And it all began in the gutter. Young Nell grew up carrying drinks to customers in a brothel, likely owned by her own brandy-soaked mother. By her early teens, she was selling oranges at the King's Theatre. But her sharp wit caught the eye of actors and playwrights, and soon she was ON the stage... not just beside it.

    Now, how does an orange seller end up living Here, on one of London's most exclusive streets? In February sixteen seventy-one, Nell moved into a brick townhouse at this very spot, seventy-nine Pall Mall. The property was owned by the Crown. She was the mistress of King Charles the Second... though she cheekily called him "her Charles the Third," because she'd already had lovers named Charles Hart and Charles Sackville before him!

    Here's where it gets interesting. Nell was apparently disappointed about only being a leaseholder. She is said to have complained that "she had always conveyed free under the Crown, and always would." She actually Refused the house until it was given to her outright! And so, on the first of December sixteen seventy-six, Charles the Second granted the freehold through his confidential servant William Chifinch, and it was conveyed to Nell's trustees the following April.

    That bold demand is why This building holds a truly unique distinction. The entire south side of Pall Mall was owned by the Crown, but in sixteen seventy-six she was given the freehold, and today it is Still the only property on the south side not owned by the Crown Estate. Three and a half centuries... and Nell Gwynne's audacity still echoes in the property deeds.

    The diarist John Evelyn once witnessed a scene here... a "familiar discourse" between the King and Mrs. Nelly, as they called her, she leaning over her garden wall on a terrace, the King standing below on a green walk in Saint James's Park. Imagine that... the King of England, gazing UP at an orange seller turned actress, standing in Her own garden... on Her own freehold land.

    And when Charles lay dying in sixteen eighty-five, he pulled his brother James close and whispered his jaw-dropping final wish: "Let not poor Nelly starve." James carried out this order, giving Nell a pension of fifteen hundred pounds per year. But Nell herself survived Charles by only two years. In March sixteen eighty-seven, she suffered a stroke that left her paralysed on one side, and in May, a second stroke confined her to the bed right here, in her Pall Mall house. In her will, she never forgot her roots... leaving one hundred pounds to the poor and enough to release imprisoned debtors every Christmas.

    She was buried at Saint Martin-in-the-Fields, where the vicar Thomas Tenison allowed her body to rest in his own space beneath the altar. A remarkable final honour... for the girl who once sold oranges in the cheap seats.

  14. 14. Crown Passage

    Crown Passage, Pall Mall, London SW1Y 5BL

    Take a deep breath. Look around you... and notice this narrow lane slipping away from the grand sweep of Pall Mall. This is Crown Passage... one of London's most enchanting secrets, hiding in plain sight.

    This alleyway was built sometime before sixteen seventy-three, when King Street to the north was first laid out. And the reason it exists? To Hide the smaller trades from the posher eyes of aristocrats buying up grand homes in the area. That's right... this whole passage was designed as a backstage corridor for a neighborhood that didn't want to see its own shopkeepers.

    Crown Passage has had a number of different names over the centuries. On Ogilby and Morgan's map of sixteen eighty-one, it appears as Golden Lion Court. On Blome's map of sixteen eighty-nine, it's Crown Court. And on Rocque's map of seventeen forty-six... Old Paved Alley. The name Crown Passage is thought to come from a former tavern of this name.

    Now, notice the shopfronts around you. Many of these little facades are Georgian, and in a narrow street like this — little more than an alley, really — shopkeepers were only allowed to push their windows out five inches or less into the pavement space.

    And here's something wonderful. The famous hat shop Lock and Company, over on Saint James's Street, has a back entrance right here in Crown Passage... and this facade is even Older than the main one. Lock and Company is the world's oldest hat shop, founded in sixteen seventy-six by Robert Davis. And This is the company responsible for inventing the bowler hat! In eighteen forty-nine, Edward Coke requested a hat to protect gamekeepers from low-hanging branches. Traditional top hats were too fragile and too tall for the job, so the company commissioned hat-makers William and Thomas Bowler to solve the problem. And when Coke returned for his new hat, he reportedly dropped it on the floor and Stamped on it twice to test its strength... then paid twelve shillings and left satisfied.

    But the real jewel of Crown Passage is the Red Lion pub. This narrow street is home to the Red Lion, one of the oldest pubs in London's West End still in business. The alleyway is still lit by gas lamps — and here's a delightful connection: Pall Mall, just steps away, was one of the First streets in London to be lit by gas, after Frederick Albert Winsor set up experimental lighting on the fourth of June, eighteen oh seven, to celebrate King George the Third's birthday.

    And one more thing. There's a legend about this place. The Red Lion is said to have been the location for secret trysts between King Charles the Second and Nell Gwyn. The famous orange-seller lived just around the corner at seventy-nine Pall Mall, and legend has it she would sneak along Crown Passage into the pub's cellars to meet the king through a hidden tunnel. Now, skeptics have poked around the cellars and found no trace of any tunnel. But who needs proof... when you have a story this good?

  15. 15. Pickering Place

    Pickering Place, St James's Street, London SW1A 1ER

    Look for the narrow passageway just ahead... the one with dark wooden panelling and small gold letters spelling "Pickering Place." Step through it, and you'll leave the twenty first century behind entirely.

    Hidden behind the historic frontage at number three Saint James's Street sits Pickering Place... London's smallest public square. It's barely the size of a tennis court. And that comparison is more apt than you might think... because this land was once part of Henry the Eighth's real tennis courts, annexed to his residence at Saint James's Palace.

    Now, as you emerge into this tiny courtyard, notice the Georgian terraces, the original gas lamps, and those wrought iron railings. This is one of the few parts of London still lit by gas lighting. But don't let the charm fool you.

    Despite its new high society neighbors, Pickering Place was a hotbed of illicit activity during the eighteenth century. Surrounded by tall buildings and with dark corners to hide unscrupulous activities, it was renowned for gambling, bear baiting, cock fighting, bare-knuckle boxing... and duelling. The walls kept the secrets in... and the Bow Street Runners Out.

    Beau Brummell, a bon vivant well known in the area and a customer of Berry Brothers, is even rumoured to have participated in a duel here. Though the folks at Berry Brothers themselves note — given the chap notoriously took five hours to get ready every day, they can scarcely believe he would have found the time!

    Now, look for the small brass plaque near the entrance of the passageway. It reads: "Republic of Texas... Texas Legation. In this building was the legation for the ministers from the Republic of Texas to the Court of Saint James, eighteen forty two to eighteen forty five." That's right... the Republic of Texas had its diplomatic mission right Here, above a wine shop! After Texas declared its independence in eighteen thirty six, President Houston was eager to gain international support, and he established legations in Washington, Paris, and London. He sent Secretary of State Doctor Ashbel Smith to serve as the Texas representative to England.

    And here's the best part. When Texas joined the Union in eighteen forty five, the Texan delegation departed the capital... leaving a one hundred and sixty pound rent bill outstanding to their landlords at Berry Brothers! It wasn't settled until nineteen eighty six, when twenty six members of the Anglo-Texan Society visited the wine shop, dressed in full buckskins, to settle the outstanding debt.

    And one More secret lurks beneath your feet. The cellars beneath the wine shop date from the early eighteenth century. Louis Napoleon, later to become Emperor Napoleon the Third, held clandestine meetings here during his exile in the eighteen forties, plotting his return to France. So imagine this tiny space in the eighteen forties... Texan diplomats upstairs, a future French Emperor scheming in the cellar, and gentlemen settling grudges with pistols in the courtyard. All hidden behind a wine shop that's Still serving customers today.