Custom House For ExCeL DLR Station

Custom House For ExCeL DLR Station

Custom House for ExCeL station is in the Custom House area by the Royal Docks in Newham, east London. It is served by the Docklands Light Railway (DLR), and is in Travelcard Zone 3. It takes its name from the old Custom House, which formerly stood nearby, and the Exhibition Centre it serves.

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