280,000 'city gents', stockbrokers, traders and shopkeepers pile into the City every weekday morning, and pile out again every evening. The average lunchtime will see the streets filled with a seething mass of dark suits; the health conscious scurry to find a quick bite from one of the many excellent sandwich bars, while the more choleric disappear into one of the countless dungeonesque wine bars or city pubs where daylight is an ugly word and a lunch hour can conclude well after sunset.
And yet, this unashamedly capitalist crucible hides another side. On a weekend, the majority of ancient streets (which include part of the Roman Watling Street) are empty and silent. Here you will find the very heart of London: the original settlement from which the rest of London has sprawled.
Between the ultra modern office buildings lies a diaspora of history from the great Victorian and Edwardian edifices of commerce such as the Royal Exchange to the Roman Temple of Minerva on Queen Victoria Street. Around you are a dazzling array of churches - 39 Anglican (Church of England) and 7 other denominations. Many were built by Wren as part of his grand scheme to resurrect London after the Great Fire of 1666 which started in Pudding Lane and decimated much of the city.
These churches are resplendent in their classical elegance and fine internal furnishings. Some have bizarre historical names such as St. Andrew Undershaft, or St. Andrew-by-the-Wardrobe (so called because of it's proximity to Wardrobe Court which used to house the King's goods and chattels).