On Wednesday I’ll walk east from Mayfair into legal London, down Fleet Street past Dr. Johnson’s house and then past St. Paul’s, on a stroll tracing and just above the Thames, to 111 Cannon Street, in the middle of the financial district. Thanks to Peter Ackroyd, author of London: The Biography, I’ll stop and discover an unspectacular grate I’ve passed many times before. I’ll look wistfully and imagine. Therein sits the unnoticed, forgotten and neglected London Stone, indisputably ancient, over which oaths were made and deals struck for centuries. There’s an inscription on it, I’m told. Although linked to pre-Christ Druid ceremonies, historians can agree that it’s at least a marker from
