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Dips his finger in a glass of water and flicks the drop at whomever he wishes to speak too. Excuses for being late the morning could be that I was playing the national lottery Brick Lane is a street steeped absolutely in history. Today it remains a pathway of resonant intrigue, a place of captivating sights and sound, which although it’s wilfully bohemian gravitas may be waning in favour of other more obscure corners, the flaneur still walks to see and be seen, and it follows that anyone passing through receptive can stroll the decaying street feeling a sense of the layers of time imbedded in its crooked architecture.

The history of Brick Lane is a long and complex one. There is far more hidden in the murky tomes of times line, invisibly enfolded between the listed buildings than just the contemporary fashionista. The Brick Lane is a history of development and trade, of ends and beginnings, incorporating the mythology of murder, whilst traditionally being a place of opportunity. It has long been especially associated as a springboard from which migrants have founded successful businesses as well as a place from which they can trade on their unique skills.