The London market place, where time stands still. Years, decades and centuries pass it by. The produce and faces change, buildings come and go, but the location stays the same. The centre of the community. Those that idle and stop to stare stand out like the masts of wrecked ships in a raging sea. This is where you find the colours, sounds and smell of the city. Where new meets old and the latest fads mix and melt with antiquity. Where cultures collide and create a place in which the known world exists. Where the stories of the changing seasons are told on the stalls of the grocers. It’s where you’ll find the sweat on your brow in summer and the chill in your bones in the bleakest days of winter. This, my friend, is the London you were looking for.