London Walks is the oldest urban walking tour company on the planet. It’s the gold standard of this profession, this craft. Here you can listen to our guides' stories and anecdotes of London.
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Meet George, the six-foot-six goalkeeper whose summer job in Kensington Church Walk reveals that, beneath the big-city bustle, London is still a village.
When Australia beat England at The Oval in 1882, a cheeky newspaper obituary pronounced English cricket dead and gave the world the Ashes.
John Betjeman loved the London other people wanted to demolish, and when the wreckers came for St Pancras, the poet stood in their way
Long before the Olympic flame reached London, a German gymnasium in King’s Cross was limbering up, stripping off and helping to set the modern Games in motion.
Anniversary of Prince Albert's birth. His death left Queen Victoria inconsolable, changed the colour of a London police lamp and left a remarkable trail through the capital.
The dead poet is George Meredith, the garret is in Gray’s Inn, and the painter is about to run away with his model’s wife.
A navigational error. Nine Londoners dead. Edward R. Murrow at his microphone in Trafalgar Square. And the night the Blitz began.
The railway laureate, an Oxford don, a baby, and infantry...
The more you know about Fragonard, the more beautiful The Swing becomes.
Constant Lambert had wit, genius, glamour, appetite and almost no instinct whatsoever for self-preservation.
One outrageous evening in Covent Garden tells you almost everything you need to know about Restoration London.
Phyllida Law – Ave atque vale
Before the first train steamed into London, its story had begun on a remote island in Lake Huron, with an eighteen-year-old soldier building a fort in the Canadian wilderness.
A house in Kensington and the story of Æthelstan, the warrior king who, 1,100 years ago, forged a kingdom and became the first ruler of all England.
"Had we but world enough, and time…" Meet Andrew Marvell: poet, politician, satirist, Londoner, and the man behind the sexiest poem in the English language. Then follow his footsteps through the London streets he knew.
Hitler wanted him arrested. Mussolini banned him. And in a little Hampstead studio, David Low took on the dictators armed with nothing more than a pencil.
"Less British Museum and more life"
Strangers in London: for a few seconds their paths cross on a Tube escalator, then they disappear into the city.
The dead got into him. Old London got into him.
The woman who put the dirt of Dachau on Hitler’s bathmat.
The people in those vessels are not called bodies. They’re called patients.
The most wonderfully landlocked ship in London.
...they’re old leather boots. Heavy, battered, workaday things. Except they’ve been silver-plated.
Each of those 39 stab wounds a candle blown out.
He created a demonstration of modern life.
