Old Soho watering hole

The French House is everything a drinking establishment should be. Bolshy and bohemian, with an air of faded elegance, it has long been a magnet for Soho's demi-monde and the walls are adorned with photos of past customers from Francis Bacon to Charles de Gaulle.

Somehow, the pub has resisted the call of change, and conversation flows through the ever-open windows as the old guard of artists, intellectuals and hangers-on prop up the bar and pour out onto the pavement.

In true Gallic style, they only sell lager in halves, stock real Breton cider and the wine list makes a mockery of most British pubs.