Wandering around town these last few days with this quirky guide in my bag has made me take notice of buildings that have become invisible through familiarity. I barely glance at the church around the corner save to admire the snowdrops and blossom in spring ... but now I'm seeing it through new eyes as 'one of the most bewildering buildings in London,' built when the architect was 'on the razzmatazz, out for a day in the suburbs.'
But my best find so far has been a tiny Georgian alleyway, so tucked away that I didn't know it existed though it's just off St Martin's Lane and I have been walking past it unawares for 30 years. I wonder what it's like at night?