This alley is notable for appearing in a very famous song, of which most of us know just one line - Pop! goes the weasel.
A curiosity of what is more usually called Pedley Street Arch is that it's not on Pedley Street at all, but Fleet Street Hill, and what is called Pedley Street used to be Weaver Street, and what was Pedley Street...
This is both delightful, in a 1980s sort of way, and yet somewhat perplexing alley in the City of London.
This is a space that will be very familiar to art fans, and a mystery to many, for this hidden square in posh St James is also home to a very famous art gallery.
A picturesque alley that's lined with ancient shops and inns, and within staggering distance of royal palaces and posh clubs.
This easily overlooked gap in a row of shabby shops opposite Liverpool Street station is one of my favourite London alleys, because it's awful.
This is a peculiar little thing, being two alleys separated by an ancient City of London street.
Hidden in a side street off busy Mile End road is a tiny enclave of cute cottages, surrounded by death.
This small alley, with a very decorative pub conceals a lost history of religion, plays, and William Shakespeare.
This rather modern looking and uninspiring alley near Fleet Street is however steeped in history, science and political intrigue.
A name to conjure up a snigger, for there is indeed a giant cock on Cock Hill just around the corner from Liverpool Street Station.
Most of London's little alleys are simply routes, from one place to another, few are destinations. But Mason's Avenue is a destination, in capital letters.
On a side street of antiquity near Cannon Street station can be found a small yard set back behind imposing buildings, and the site once of the home of a notorious young nobleman.
This modern looking alley is indeed modern, being the result of post-war clearance of the area which was badly damaged by a couple of high-explosive bombs during WW2.
There are two entrances to this posh alley in St James, one for carriages, and one for pedestrians. The pedestrians get the better deal, with a reasonably grand entrance porch, and some of London's last remaining gas lamps.