NFT Bar, South Bank

Every Londoner should love the South Bank dearly. It is a paean to radical socialist architecture - impressive in a city whose most celebrated bricks and mortar revolve around the capture and subsequent hoarding of private cash. It has something of relevance to everyone, from yer average taxi driver to one's wealthy maiden aunt. It is extremely popular with both tourists and locals, a wonderful state of affairs. Everything mixes together splendidly, without the sense that you're being charged for breathing its air.

For me, its centre is the NFT bar. The beautifully symmetrical arches of Waterloo Bridge skip off over the water towards their vanishing point on the other side, tunnelling under the ostentatious Somerset House, while a crowd of all ages (again, a rarity in the social ghettos of London) slurp booze, sip coffee and munch sandwiches on long, basic wooden benches, breathlessly discussing the latest film they saw, the madman they met on Hungerford Bridge, or what they're up to the weekend. The sound of music is never too far away, with some of the capital's most accomplished and proficient buskers providing gladly unobtrusive entertainment.

Opposite the bar, drunkards, loons, eccentrics and tourists browse the forgotten history and pulp fiction of the South Bank book stalls, rendering themselves curious because it feels right to be so, in this magically charged corner of the city.