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Until well into the 1970s, Aldgate
was still a kind of reality checkpoint, where the
citadels of the money men gave way abruptly to the real
lives of the East End. My wife's mother, a down to earth
East Ender who was born a couple of streets to the east
of this church in the 1930s, would still say she was
going up Aldgate if someone asked her what she was doing
and she wanted them to mind their own business.
Now, the office blocks are starting to creep up the
Whitechapel Road, and the old East End is gentrifying.
Aldgate is no longer the site of such startling
contrasts, although the hideous blue box behind the
church does its best to startle in another kind of way.
Four of the eastern City gates had churches dedicated to
St Botolph, the patron saint of wayfarers and travellers.
There was a church here in Saxon times, and its late
medieval replacement was in turn demolished in the 1740s,
presumably for road widening. The architect of the new
church was George Dance, and it was very much in the
style of the Wren churches. Pevsner noted how the wide
frontage and short length of the building give it a
'sit-up-and-beg' look behind its tower.
The interior is a delight, full of warmth and colour. The
three-sided gallery leans into the small space creating a
sense of intimacy, a happy conjunction given the church's
reputation for inclusivity and welcome. The sanctuary is
an equally intimate space, and I cannot think of another
church with a batik reredos. Among the memorials, a
worried Robert Dow leans on a skull, Thomas Lorde
reclines in the throes of death, Sir John Cass is
wreathed in laurels*. Jolly angels hold up the roof, and
there is a quiet little chapel in the north-east corner
inside which the bustle of the city outside seems a
million miles away.
Simon Knott, March 2016*in 2020, Sir John Cass was removed from
public display.
location: Aldgate EC3N 1AB - 3/016
status: parish church
access: 9.30am-3pm Monday to Friday
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