London wears many different faces, depending on whom it’s talking to. There is the pageantry and ceremony of the Changing of the Guards: all red-jacketed soldiers, glossy horses and cheering crowds. That’s for the tourists. There is the steel and glass of the City, London’s financial district, garrisoned by an army of bankers and clerks who teem across the bridges in the early morning. That’s for the business folk. There are the suburbs, with their semi-detached houses, hedges, no-through-roads and parks. That’s for the locals.
