It was icy cold, like a bad day at the Kremlin, but by the end of our two and a half hour walk, we were warmed through with enough tales of espionage and double double crossing to make us feel as if we'd just spent the afternoon sipping rum and coke with Ian Fleming at Goldeneye. Mr "X", our intelligence officer for the afternoon, came armed with a never-ending array of tales of secrecy, skulduggery and derring-do that opened our eyes to many of the secrets that lurk behind the doors, windows and even balconies of central London. A definite must for anyone who's tired of monuments, galleries and shopping.
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