Warren Street, that is. At the far northern end, the more lived-in end, of London's still-wonderful-to-explore Fitzrovia. The street dates back to the 1790s, and it's been knocked about a bit. But there's enough here to prompt me, just about every single morning, to get off the Northern Line a stop earlier than common sense suggests, just to have the pleasure of walking to work along Warren Street.
And having a morning cappuccino at this small, friendly corner cafe in what was once, as you can see, a Welsh dairy. It is, happily, a listed building - from the 1790s, and the shopfront is of First World War vintage.
There are any numbers of small cafes and restaurants, including 'Honey', another homely place, which does Middle Eastern food from breakfast time on, and serves up a formidable honey and coconut cake.
The street also boasts a theatre bookshop, an Indian languages bookshop, a flute centre, and a nice pub (below) which used to be called the Marquis of Cornwallis.
My route also takes me past a former pub, now an office furniture store - the model for Patrick Hamilton's rather forlorn pub novel, The Midnight Bell, which also features a down-at-heel brothel not far away on Bolsover Street.
Leading off Warren Street, or close at hand, are a number of mews streets, the always interesting Cleveland Street, and the most wonderful of London squares, Fitzroy Square - with all its Bloomsbury Group connections, a handful of smaller embassies (Croatia, Mozambique) and the still active Indian YMCA.
Who could want more!
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