Your night, stop by stop
The City after dark
We walk the empty City after the suits have gone home, alleys and churchyards we'd never notice on a Tuesday lunch.
St Bride's crypt
We duck into one of the Wren churches still open late, sit in a pew, listen to how loud our breathing sounds in 300-year-old stone.
Bar Italia at 1am
Espresso and a toastie standing at the counter in Soho, where the night people end up. We eat with our coats still on.