Before the crowds, the opening of stores and the spill of café tables onto Old Street, I have all of Old Street to myself for a moment, me and three other souls, waiting, preparing, and sweeping in this cozy space, early in the morning. There is a sacred quietness and only one gate entrance unlocked.
The thing about Old Street is that I love to look up at the diverse architecture; this you cannot do too easily when it’s packed unless you are standing still or sitting. There isn't any other alley, connecting Backstreet and Frontstreet, like it.
These days, both fountains are off and at the end of the street, there is the newly opened name brand store; its display windows reflect the hollowed eyes of the recently closed jewelry store. There is so much color and a chocolate store I've never tried.