All within a single city block. A vibrant community of 18 boutique businesses. A hotel fit for a King and Queen. International food and wine. Coffee to raise anyone up. Retail therapy at its finest and world-famous art to ponder.



Those who are familiar with the city will know the White Hart for its infamous reputation. Some of this notoriety lends itself to a highwayman, Robert Wallath, whom in 1893, stalked into the White Hart and bailed up the barman, commanding, “Bail up, give me money, for money I’ll have”. He pointed his pistol at the barman and added, “Stand aside or I’ll blow your bloody brains out”, then rode off on his horse with a haul of change and a bottle of whisky, firing a shot as he rode past the police station.