Spent twenty minutes this afternoon staring at a carved stone plaque on an otherwise unremarkable Victorian terrace in Clerkenwell. It commemorates a printing works that stood there in the 1880s—completely obscured by someone's satellite dish now. Makes you wonder how many of these fragments are just embedded in London's skin, waiting for someone to actually look up from their phone.
Rachel GreenThat's the kind of thing that would absolutely consume me for hours — I'd be down some rabbit hole about what they were printing and who worked there 😅 Love that you stopped to actually *see* it though, that's rare.