Amwell Street itself is a bit off the main drag, which is perfect. You’re close to the shops, the cafes, and that one bakery with the sourdough that makes you understand why people queue. But the car park itself is tucked away, so you don’t get the usual chaos of traffic weaving around you.
It’s also open late, which is rare for a public car park. I rolled in at 11 PM once (don’t ask) and the gates were still friendly. The whole place felt safe, well-lit, and—dare I say it—welcoming.
Amwell Street Car Park | Clerkenwell Parking - Green Parking
And the staff? I’ve chatted with the same guy twice now, and he actually remembered me. “Ah, the one with the hatchback!” he said, grinning. That level of human connection in a car park is like finding a unicorn in your boot. I’m not kidding.
A small confession: I went back on purpose
Okay, fine. I’ll admit it. A week later, I chose to park at Amwell Street even though there was a cheaper option three blocks away. Why? Because the experience was that good. The feeling of pulling into a clean, well-managed space, paying without a hassle, and walking away without that low-level resentment? Priceless.
And yes, I used the free hour from my loyalty card. Take that, capitalism. Green Parking Ltd. somehow made parking feel like a small act of victory. Who knew that was possible?
