Magical city is about more than Brexit

Sitting on the finely trimmed lawn in the churchyard of St John Zachary to enjoy a big bowl of salmon avocado pasta on a bright November day, I felt incredibly lucky to be able to have such a relaxing half-hour lunch break inside London's busy financial district.

London's capital markets never sleep, and as a financial journalist, my day can sometimes begin with an 8 am media briefing as the stock market opens and end with evening corporate events, while meetings, conference calls, and writing stories fill the time in between.

On the busy streets of the City of London, every single minute matters, and even buses seem to be rushing. But every time when I turn the corner into the churchyard, just 10 minutes from my office, the hustle and bustle of both the newsroom and the financial markets disappears and I feel connected with history and nature.