I don’t write about architecture that much, but I suppose it’s something I’m becoming fairly interested in. It probably goes hand in hand with my curiosity about cities and urban geography. It’s a lovely day, so I decided to take myself through Greenwich Park and down to Greenwich town centre. Some of the buildings there really are fascinating: ancient royal palaces and naval colleges sit opposite musty old Victorian and Edwardian terraces, which in turn abut shiny new buildings of steel and glass. The result is a maelstrom of old and new which I think you only find in a city like London. The history of this place is still there and quite visible, yet is considering being built upon and renewed. In affluent areas like Greenwich especially, roads which you can tell horses pulling carts were once driven down are now straddled by expensive new blocks of flats and small supermarkets; terrace houses which were probably once occupied by dockers or market stall holders are being morphed into trendy coffee shops, bistros or fashionable clothes stores. It’s a juxtaposition which I find utterly fascinating, as if you can simultaneously read London’s two thousand year old roots and it’s relentless march towards a vibrant, diverse future in it’s very brickwork.