WHERE THE DEAD SOUND FALLS ON THE FINAL STROKE OF NINE
T. S. Eliot walked past them every morning. John Newton wrote Amazing Grace inside one. Henry Moore fought a six-year legal battle over another. The churches between Bank and London Bridge are among the most extraordinary buildings in England — and almost nobody goes inside them.
There are days when London behaves exactly as it should. The light is right. The old streets are quiet enough to hear your footsteps. You turn a corner from one of the main roads into a narrow cobbled lane and you find yourself standing outside a church that has been there since before anyone alive was born — and you realise that the particular pleasure of walking this square mile is available to anyone who slows down enough to notice it.
The route from Bank to London Bridge via Cannon Street and the riverbank is one of the most rewarding two-hour walks in the entire city. It is walked daily by thousands of people with laptops and coffee cups who look at their phones and see none of it. This article is a case for looking up. The five churches between Bank and the Bridge are — taken together and in order — as concentrated a demonstration of English architectural genius, human drama and accumulated history as any route of equivalent distance anywhere in Europe. They are free to enter. They are rarely crowded. And they are, each one, entirely extraordinary.
ST STEPHEN WALBROOK
Nothing prepares you for St Stephen Walbrook. That is, in itself, one of the great pleasures of the City — the gap between exterior and interior, the modesty of the approach and the magnificence of the reward. From Walbrook Street the church announces itself with nothing more than a Wren tower and a glimpse of copper dome above the roofline. You climb sixteen steps, push open a door and find yourself in what the architectural historian Nikolaus Pevsner declared one of the ten most important buildings in the entire country. The Italian sculptor Antonio Canova — a man who had stood in the Pantheon and the Sistine Chapel and the Basilica of St Peter and knew better than most what a great interior looked like — visited here and said simply: “We have nothing to touch it in Rome.”
Christopher Wren built it between 1672 and 1679. It was his own parish church — he lived at number fifteen Walbrook, a short walk away — and he is thought to have lavished on it a personal care that his other City commissions, however magnificent, do not quite match. The dome was the first classical dome built in England and served directly as the prototype for the dome of St Paul’s. Structurally it is a work of almost insolent brilliance: instead of resting on pendentives as a conventional dome would, it sits on a circle formed by eight arches springing from eight of the building’s twelve Corinthian columns. The resulting sensation — of a space at once enclosed and soaring, intimate and vast, earthly and entirely weightless — is one that no photograph captures and that no description prepares you for. You simply have to stand inside it.
At the centre of the church stands the altar: a massive disc of polished travertine marble by Henry Moore, carved from the same Carrara quarry used by Michelangelo and installed in 1987 after a legal battle that ascended to the Court of Ecclesiastical Cases Reserved, the highest ecclesiastical court in England. Moore’s patron was the churchwarden Lord Palumbo, who commissioned it from the sculptor as a deliberate complement to Wren’s dome — a horizontal mass anchoring the vertical aspiration. Not everyone agreed that it worked. The legal battle lasted years. Moore died before the case was fully resolved.
What gives the church its other dimension — beyond the architecture — is the small perspex case near the back of the nave containing a black telephone. Modest, ordinary, entirely unremarkable in itself. It was on this telephone, in 1953, that the Reverend Chad Varah made the first call of the Samaritans, the crisis telephone line he founded at this church in response to conducting the funeral of a thirteen-year-old girl who had killed herself believing she was pregnant. Varah had found that people in distress needed, above all, someone to talk to. He gave them a telephone number to call. The organisation now operates across more than forty countries. The telephone that started it all sits here, in Wren’s most personal church, as quietly as if it were a pen left on a table.
ST MARY WOOLNOTH
A short walk brings you to Bank junction — the great convergence of the Royal Exchange, the Mansion House and the Bank of England — and just off the corner of Lombard Street is the only City church ever built by Nicholas Hawksmoor. Where Wren seduces with light and proportion, Hawksmoor confronts. St Mary Woolnoth does not invite you in. It issues a challenge. Two flat-topped turrets of immense, almost aggressive weight rise above the entrance, flanked by clustered Corinthian columns and oversized classical forms that feel simultaneously historical and startlingly modern. Visitors who do not know it frequently walk past without recognising it as a church at all. The architectural critic Ian Nairn called it, flatly, the one City church you must go inside. He was not wrong.
The interior resolves the exterior’s aggression into something altogether more mysterious. Hawksmoor created what has been described as a cube within a cube — a square central space framed at each corner by a cluster of three columns, with lunettes cutting high into the walls to let in natural light that pools and shifts on the floor throughout the day. The original pulpit, decorated with sunbursts, dates from the building’s construction between 1716 and 1727. The site may have been sacred for two thousand years: Roman remains including what may have been a religious building were uncovered when the Bank Underground station was excavated directly beneath the church in the 1890s. When the railway company proposed demolishing the church to build the station, public outrage forced a compromise. The crypt was sold; the church was strengthened at the company’s expense with steel girders and survives today as the structural ceiling of what was the City and South London Railway. A Baroque masterpiece sitting above a Victorian underground station. It is, in the most precise sense, magnificently London.
John Newton was rector here from 1780 until his death in 1807. Before his conversion to evangelical Christianity he had captained slave ships across the Atlantic, carrying enslaved people from West Africa to the Americas. He wrote Amazing Grace at this church — the words of a man attempting, imperfectly and incompletely, to account for what he had done and who he had been. His self-written memorial on the north wall reads that he was “once an infidel and libertine.” It is one of the more honest epitaphs in the Church of England. T. S. Eliot walked past this church every morning from 1917 to 1925 when he worked at Lloyds Bank on King William Street. In The Waste Land he gave it a line that has lodged in the language ever since: “To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours / With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.”
ST MARY ABCHURCH
Down Abchurch Lane, off Cannon Street, is a cobbled courtyard that most people walking the main road never notice. Look for a small red brick tower above the roofline and a narrow passageway leading to a churchyard that feels entirely removed from its surroundings — a quality that the City at its best preserves rather than erases. St Mary Abchurch is regarded by many who know the City’s churches well as the finest small church interior in the Square Mile. It barely changed between 1686 and the Blitz and the subsequent restoration returned it as close as possible to what it was.
Wren’s design here is a tour de force of spatial illusion. The building is almost a square, with no columns and no aisles — just four brick walls rising to carry a wide, shallow painted dome that seems to float rather than rest on its supports. The dome was painted in 1708 by a parishioner named William Snow and at its centre, surrounded by rays of light and worshipping angels, is the tetragrammaton: the name of God written in Hebrew characters. It is a striking thing to look up and find there — the sacred Name of the Hebrew scriptures looking down from the ceiling of a Wren church in the heart of the City of London.
The east wall is occupied by the reredos and this is one of the great surviving works of decorative art in the whole of England. It is the only work in any City parish church definitively attributed to Grinling Gibbons — the greatest woodcarver in English history — and it is, in its richness and freedom, unlike anything else even he produced. Limewood fruit, flowers, festoons, garlands, cherubs, urns, flame finials and a gilded pelican fill the wall in an eruption of naturalistic carving that has been breathtaking for over three hundred years. Gibbons’s own receipt for the work, in which he referred to it as his “Olter Pees,” was rediscovered in the Guildhall Library in 1946 and remains one of the very few documentary records linking a specific work definitively to his hand. During the Second World War the reredos was carefully dismantled and stored in safety. It survived intact. The care taken to preserve it was entirely justified.
ST CLEMENT EASTCHEAP
Clement’s Lane, just off Eastcheap, holds a church that asks nothing of you and rewards, in return, a few minutes of simple and unhurried quiet. St Clement Eastcheap is a small Wren church of 1683 that has been sitting contentedly in its lane for over three hundred years and shows every sign of intending to continue doing so. The interior is modest, well-proportioned and genuinely peaceful. It is the kind of church that the City, at its best, still provides — a room of quiet in the middle of one of the world’s most agitated financial districts. Some visitors spend five minutes. Some spend considerably longer. Both are entirely appropriate.
ST MAGNUS THE MARTYR
The walk ends at the river, on Lower Thames Street at the northern foot of London Bridge, where St Magnus the Martyr has stood since the eleventh century. Before the rebuilding of London Bridge in the 1830s, the old medieval bridge ended almost at the church’s west door and for seven hundred years every traveller entering the City from the south walked directly past this tower. Wren built the present church between 1671 and 1684 and it was his most expensive parish church project. The great projecting clock on a bracket above the street was placed there in 1709 by Sir Charles Duncombe, who had once been stuck in traffic on the old bridge with no means of knowing the time and had vowed that if he prospered he would give that church a public clock. He prospered. The clock has been there ever since.
The interior is white and gold and Baroque and serious. It was restored in 1924 in its present form to reflect the church’s strong Anglo-Catholic tradition and it carries the full weight of that tradition in its high altar, its two-storey reredos, its side chapels and its Russian icon on the north wall. At the back of the nave stands a four-metre scale model of old London Bridge with its medieval houses crowding both sides above the arches — the bridge as it existed for six hundred years before the houses were demolished and then the bridge itself replaced. T. S. Eliot, who worshipped here as a regular communicant after his conversion to Anglo-Catholicism, wrote in a footnote to The Waste Land that he considered the interior of St Magnus “one of the finest among Wren’s churches” — which from Eliot, who weighed his words, means something. The organ case was carved by the Grinling Gibbons workshop around 1712. In the portico under the tower, a timber from the Roman riverside wall, dated to AD 65, is preserved in a mounting on the wall. Two thousand years in one building. The river runs past the window, as it always has.
WHERE TO EAT AND DRINK
The route passes through or close to some of the most characterful eating and drinking in the City and there are several places worth noting for those who want to make a day of it.
The closest thing to a secular institution on this entire walk is Sweetings on Queen Victoria Street, a short detour south of St Mary Woolnoth. Established in the 1830s and based at its present site since 1889, Sweetings is a seafood restaurant of quite singular character: open only for weekday lunches, it accepts no reservations and operates instead on a first-come basis from 11.30am. The menu is built around fresh fish — wild Scottish salmon, West Mersea oysters, sole grilled simply with mashed potato and peas — and the décor is Victorian and unapologetic about it. Long communal tables, waiters in white shirts and black waistcoats, no coffee served after the meal. The drink of choice is a Black Velvet — Guinness and champagne in a silver tankard. It is one of the few places in the City where the building, the food and the atmosphere are all from the same century and none of them have been improved upon.
For something more informal mid-walk, the Café Below in the Norman crypt of St Mary-le-Bow on Cheapside — a short walk north of St Stephen Walbrook — serves coffee, lunch and light food in the oldest parochial structure in London. The crypt dates from 1196 and the café occupies it on weekday mornings and lunchtimes. There is no more atmospheric setting for a coffee and a pause in the whole Square Mile.
Near London Bridge, those willing to cross the river will find Borough Market just a few minutes south on Borough High Street, where the covered stalls serve everything from Monmouth coffee to fresh pasta, cheese from across Europe and bread from some of the finest bakeries in the city. The market is open Monday to Saturday and the coffee queue at Monmouth is worth every minute of the wait.
For a drink at the end of the walk, The Anchor on Bankside — a short walk west along the South Bank from London Bridge — is a riverside pub with origins in the seventeenth century, a labyrinth of small interconnected rooms and a terrace directly on the Thames with a view back across the river to the City’s skyline. Samuel Johnson drank here. Dr Pepys watched the Great Fire of London from a vantage point nearby. It is the right place to sit down, look across the water at the towers and the churches and reflect on how much has been packed into one afternoon.
PRACTICAL INFORMATION
All five churches on this walk are free to enter. Opening times vary and it is advisable to check individual church websites before visiting, as some hold weekday services at midday during which visitors may still enter quietly. The full walk from Bank to London Bridge covers approximately two miles and takes between two and three hours at a leisurely pace. The nearest Underground stations are Bank (Central, Northern and Waterloo and City lines) at the start of the walk and London Bridge (Jubilee and Northern lines) at the end.
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TEST YOURSELF: HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW BANK AND THE BRIDGE?
Ten questions drawn from the walk. Answers below — no peeking.
- St Stephen Walbrook contains an altar by one of the twentieth century’s greatest sculptors, installed in 1987 after a prolonged legal battle. Who made it and from which famous quarry was the stone taken?
- The dome of St Stephen Walbrook holds a unique distinction in English architectural history. What is it?
- St Stephen Walbrook is also celebrated as the birthplace of a charity founded in 1953 by its rector. What is the charity and who founded it?
- St Mary Woolnoth is the only City church designed by which architect — and what makes its structural arrangement with Bank Underground station so remarkable?
- John Newton, rector of St Mary Woolnoth from 1780, wrote one of the best-known hymns in the English language whilst serving at the church. What is it and what was Newton’s profession before his conversion?
- T. S. Eliot referenced St Mary Woolnoth in one of his most celebrated poems. Which poem and what did he write about the church?
- The reredos at St Mary Abchurch is the only work in any City of London parish church definitively attributed to which craftsman — and what documentary evidence confirms it?
- At the very centre of the painted dome at St Mary Abchurch is something unusual for a Christian church in England. What is it?
- St Magnus the Martyr held a unique geographical position in the medieval City for seven hundred years. What was it and how did it affect the daily life of Londoners?
- The projecting clock on St Magnus the Martyr was placed there by Sir Charles Duncombe in 1709 as a result of a personal vow. What had prompted him to make that vow?
