And so let us tear ourselves away from Beau Brummell’s doorstep in Chesterfield Street and return to the top of the pavement and Charles Street and my preoccupation with doorways.
You have to allow that the doorway at No. 26 is a real pip, complete with a plaster bust above the entranceway. Neither Hibbert nor Google have enlightened me thus far, so if anyone knows more about this house, please let me know. Let us proceed . . . . .
And wander aimlessly through the deserted streets until we find ourselves at this interesting building at the entrance to Hays Mews.
Look . . . . another bust. . . . . I am just now noticing that there was a plaque beside the door. I know I didn’t notice it when I was standing there, or I’d have gone up and read it. Now I’m left to wonder, as are you, what this building houses. Sorry, old thing, wasn’t thinking . . . . .
Let’s make a right into Hays Mews, shall we?
This area was laid out circa 1750 to provide stables and coachhouses for the houses in Berkeley Square and adjacent streets. Architecturally, not much has changed, thank goodness, although there are now cars parked on the street, rather than a jaunty cabriolet.
As I’ve already divulged the contents of my pockets, you know that I had no map with me and, truly, from this point on I simply wandered the streets as the whim took me, so I don’t have detailed descriptions of where some of the following photos were taken.
I wound up back at Charles Street, below, and still had the streets all to myself. I did warn you that I was oddly pre-occupied with house fronts and doorways, didn’t I?
The Only Running Footman, at the corner of Hays Mews and Charles Street. Now an upmarket restaurant, for centuries, it was known as the I Am The Only Running Footman pub, frequented by servants from the houses in the area.
I’ll leave you here, in Clarges Mews, for a bit until the next installment. I hope you’ve enjoyed our Mayfair stroll half as much as I did.
Part Three Coming Soon . . . . . . .
I am so enjoying the posts about your visit! I love the Mayfair area; walk about it early in the morning or late at night and (if it were not for the cars) you wouldn't be surprised if an eighteenth century gentleman stepped out of one of the houses.
I wonder if you went over to the City of London? The street plan has hardly changed over centuries, and it's so evocative to walk along Bread Street, Milk Street, Wood Street etc. and think of women shopping for food in the seventeenth century on those very same streets.
Thank you, Helena! I didn't make it to the City this time over, but have been there in the past. You're right – very evocative of centuries past. As are Seven Dials and Whitechapel. And Southwark. And bits of Kensington . . . and Chelsea . . . . . . . So much to see, so little time!
Oh! I love this! Exploring the city on foot is my favorite thing to do when I'm in London. I feel like I'm there, now. Fab!