City of London, vibrant and diverse, stirs and wakes. John showers and dresses, his management buy-out today. Hurrying for the early train, he sees the feral fox abandon the streets as sunlight creeps over the city. Noise and nitrous fumes return to pollute the yellowed air and stain the sullied walls.

Standing room only, his overcrowded train clatters and teeters over ever failing points. Windblown litter skitters and catches along streets cankered by urban decay.

Finally disgorged at London Bridge he scurries past the Tower.

Precious history seeps from every wall and door, but he’s far too busy to see.