My favorite place to browse books is the Broadway Bookshop in East London.
Knightley found him to be a drunken burnout living on a miserable pension over a seedy café in East London.
And when I say East London, I mean Shoreditch—those of you expecting sterile Canary Wharf, think again.
GWS happens to have an apartment in East London, which, upon hearing, nearly gave her posh West End pals an aneurysm.
Everyone inside the cavernous O2 arena in East London knew exactly what his complaint would be: This was a Dead Parrot.
The landing one, though, I have been through myself; the bar at East London can be too terrific for words.
French began to talk of East London, and the parish he was to have there.
The poor of East London adore beauty; it comes so rarely near them in any case that they look upon it as an inestimable treasure.
On reaching East London, we found we could get no nearer than about two miles.
With me was a young East London cobbler, Bert, who had yielded to the lure of adventure and joined me for the trip.