There’s an October chill in the East London air when the dubious uber drive deposits me in front of an Edwardian style building. “Is it open?” he asks me, peering through his windshield. This is a valid question, because the building looked like…a town hall. Primarily because it is or was, a center of local government. This brings its own set of (admittedly, triggering) memories for me, both my parents were elected local officials, so a large part of my childhood was spent within buildings just like this. Late evenings, doing my homework while half listening to debates about curbs, guttering and the like. I digress… This building has now…
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