“It’s where today’s big banking and brokering gets done, but it’s also where London pretty much began, with charmingly old-fashioned storybook names like Threadneedle Street and Cloak Lane and St. Swithin’s. Some still call this area the “heart” of the city, although its very heartless, mechanized frenzy is supposedly what inspired the poet T.S. Eliot’s grim appraisal of the modern world as a wasteland. Which gives you an idea of what transpires in all the mysterious trading offices around here.... The museum was not far from the Bank of England, and actually occupied an old defunct bank. It had beautiful high ceilings and skylights that let in good, natural light with which to view the vast array of coins sheltered in glass display cases, arranged upon original mahogany counters and oak tables, where, once upon a Dickensian time, clerks like Bob Cratchit counted out coins and bills while totting up the bosses’ ledgers. When we entered, our voices and footsteps echoed in the vast open space.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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