In a recent wander along the river bank of the Thames at Windsor I came across the footbridge from the town. A busker was playing on its crown to the stream of humanity crossing the short distance from the south bank to the north. Tagging myself onto the back of a gaggle of tourists I followed them over and suddenly realised that I was now in Eton. Seeing the historical buildings on its high street piqued my interest. Of course it is the site of the famous English public school, but it was its picturesque streets, with shops occupying old buildings of various designs and sizes, that drew me in that day.