ABSTRACT
On a chilly December morning in 1997 I returned to the Isle of Dogs five years after my field work was completed. The Docklands Light Railway meandered out of Bank station in the heart of the City of London with passengers absorbed in their newspapers, conversations or thoughts, largely oblivious to their surroundings as the run-down areas of the East End went past outside, row upon row of council flats, visible through the murky windows of the train. With few exceptions, these still looked neglected and forlorn, and I was surprised by how little seemed to have changed. Canary Wharf and the Millennium Dome, Janet Foster https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9781003072294/85da2bb7-87a9-490f-a54b-91eed9f600b7/content/fig10_1.jpg"/>
