Oh how I agree with you!
The constant doom-laden music, the endless procession through places that didn't exist in the Tower during Anne Boleyn's time, and that heavy wooden door being slammed repeatedly, all detracting from a sobering account of her last few weeks of life, (but one already researched exhaustively by Alison Weir in The Lady in the Tower ).
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic