It's not called that any more, at any rate. No, it's ... here? [He frowns at the map a few moments more and then reluctantly hands it over.] Hard to miss this at least!

[Trafalgar Square, that new establishment, is wide open and rather grand to Bush's eyes, with its grecian architecture, the column atop which stands a statue of-]

Admiral Nelson! See? I can't make the face from this distance but the empty sleeve, must be.

[There is also, inexplicably, a great blue statue of a cockerel which Bush refuses to gape at, because for all he knows, fifteen-foot statues of cockerels are in vogue and it would mark him out as an ignorant visitor to stare.]