When I visited, an old volunteer named Margaret told me a story. During WWII, a bomb fell through the roof and landed in the churchyard, but didn’t explode. The soldiers who defused it found Roman pottery lodged in the crater. “That’s London for you,” she said, shrugging. “You dig a hole, and you find history.” That’s the charm of All Hallows: it’s not a pristine tourist trap. It’s a living church with cracks, scars, and a Sunday service where you can hear the bells of the Tower across the street.
Living History: A Guide to London’s Ten Oldest Buildings - Londontopia
