There was also a sign saying the morning service was going to start in 10 minutes, so I thought, "Why not?"
It turned out to be High Church Anglican, something I'd never experienced before. Chanting, bells, incense -- they were all part of the service. It was quite beautiful and I enjoyed it, but I was too shy to take photos of the church's interior. Fortunately, someone else did so. It was built in 1903, and apparently it is considered one of the most beautiful churches in London.
I was glad I went. I have to say, though, I felt like I had walked into an Agatha Christie novel. The people in the congregation were just like the people she describes in her books.
And these were some of the buildings on the same street as the church:
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