Emerging from the faded grandeur of the Bakerloo line station (1915) and walking along the High Road. The vast empire of the State, from ballroom to archaic behemoth, now hosting a church whilst marooned like a beached liner in an ever changing city. Further along the main thoroughfare a former branch of Woolworths now emerging like a chrysalis into another utilitarian store that remains the antithesis of the artisan supermarket. A shop selling items in plastic bowls (from soap to loaves of sliced bread) all priced at no more than £2. The street bearing little sign of a 21st century revolution. Old phone boxes, cafes (the odd chain) and an evangelical church trio serenading the shoppers dodging melting snow and ice against a brutalist parade backdrop.