It has been a while since I have been to The Barbican or Moorgate. What a transformation, once a rundown back water, this area has piazzas and cafes everywhere. We sat behind the station drinking a coffee just as the office workers were going to lunch. (Imagine pouring a kettle full of boiling water down an ants nest.) I could have watched them all day. Most of the twentyomething women wore Roland Mouret style dresses with a cardie or jacket. Nearly all wore high heels sadly very few could walk in them. The overall dress code was very much smarter than I see in the West of London and yet within fairly restrictive parameters the outfits were very inventive. I could have snapped away for hours.