Meard Street, for those unfamiliar, is in the middle of Soho, sandwiched between Dean Street and Wardour Street. And it’s here, the West End, that the city’s best spots – the most exciting new restaurants, the finest theatres and undiscovered watering holes – are to be found. Yet for all its urbaneness, the Georgian history of this part of town is still keenly felt in its fabric. And the terraces that line this particular thoroughfare, beautifully built in two stages in the 1730s and ’40s from London stock brick, are still intact.
In fact, it was this history and craftsmanship that led the current owner of this apartment, occupying the top two floors and roof terrace of one of Meard Street’s townhouses and now on the market, to fall for it. Wanting to live right in the thick of it and struck by the artistry of the terrace’s architecture, Tiggy Maconochie begged the previous owner to sell the apartment, which she duly did – only not to Tiggy.




