The nearest church doesn't have a Sunday service. The next-nearest church is about five blocks away into a rich neighborhood.
I found the photo on the internet. I'm surprised I didn't find more or better. It's in between streets when Bolton splits, near the bottom of the map. The church that's close is in the upper
The alley in back of the hotels is perfect cobblestone, and nobody sees it. It's like sexy cobblestone underwear.
The church was less than 200 years old but beautiful roof and awesome ceiling. There were only seven people there. NO MUSIC. But that made the service short, so I made it back to the hotel in time for breakfast.
We're going to Speaker's Corner in Hyde Park now. We're in Kensington—Wendy and Peter Pan land.
We're back, I'm tired, I slept most of the way home in the train.
There was only one guy at speaker's corner. Talking about religion. Said let God be your steering wheel, not your spare wheel. I guess in the U.S. "speaker's corner" is the "low church" protestant pulpit. And in the world in general, maybe speaker's corner is moving onto the internet.