No other part of London excites and fascinates the soul in quite the way that Soho does. Its ability to condense the very best and worst of this great city into one square mile remains unparalleled. Soho, like all the best areas, is a place of absolute contradictions. It has sleaze yet spirituality; it has the poor but attracts the rich: it is stylish but always slightly edgy.
Soho has so much to offer that its streets are packed with all classes. Some are driven by food, heading for classy restaurants such as the Italian Quo Vadis on Dean Street (whose upstairs flat Karl Marx once lived and wrote in), or the Indian Red Fort on Frith Street. Some are heading for the musicals, in particular Mamma Mia at the Prince Of Wales Theatre on Old Compton Street, the Abba musical which has run for years. Some are here for the clothes, tailor made by the likes Mark Powell on Berwick Street, bought from individual clothes outlets such as Pop on Great Monmouth Street, or taken from huge outlets such as Ben Sherman on Carnaby Street.
