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'Could you tell me where Spitalfields is?' a lady from Australia asked me in London's East End the other day. 'Ah, Spitalfields—a magic, mythical place,' I said. 'Created by novelists and historians and architects and performance artists. Very hard to find.' (Actually, what I said was, 'I'm not sure.') Then we both noticed that we were staring at a street sign saying 'Spital Street.' We could be forgiven for missing it: it was covered with graffiti.
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