A quick rush through Tower Hill.
Home of Jack the Ripper (except that's actually Whitechappel, two more stops along) and Charlie Chaplin (except he's actually from Walworth).
What's this? Russian Weeping Angels?
Actually no, it's a memorial garden to the twenty thousand merchant sailors who died in world war one.
I had no idea this place existed, but I'm glad it does. Maybe Baudrillard was right when he said the purpose of memorials is to enable forgetting, but some memorials accidentally serve their ostensive purpose.
Oh, and there's a tourist trap too.