Back on the stretch of freshly paved road, the team's ironmonger wiped his sweaty palms on his thick leather apron, then retrieved a lunch box from the bullock-cart piled with welding gear and scrambled up the slope to get a better view of the proceedings.

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Sitting at the long leather bar listening to Ella, sipping a "Box Brownie" (liqueur-infused strawberries swimming in champagne) and being lured in by Donovan's photographic stable of ingenues just might provide your perfect London moment.

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