Early history[ edit ] Apsley House on an map. The neighbouring houses were demolished in the early s to allow Park Lane to be widened. The Wellington Arch has been moved since this time. The street has been part of a main road for centuries, although there is no evidence that it was part of a Roman road , unlike Oxford Street further north. Property speculation became a lucrative enterprise, and developments grew so rapidly that the threat of disease and disorder prompted the government to ban developments.
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