The King used to walk around his hunting preserve, appreciating the panorama well framed by distant treelines. Hundreds of years had passed, and this regal perspective is still there affecting the city physically.
A net of invisible lines flies on top of the city deciding the destiny of the architecture of every single lot. Here tall buildings are subjected to the obscure rules outside the usual planning laws.
No developer can escape from this control. The skyline assumes weird shapes without any apparent reason.
Anyone working in the city had faced this at least ones in its carrier: invisible outlines of the St Paul's Dome are running from one side to the other side of the skyscraper clusters deciding who can get higher or who stay the same.
A special place, for someone who lived long ago, fights against the real estate and ambitious developers.
Regards from the City of London.
Photo by fearless_fred