European Business School London (EBS London) is a private business school in Regent's Park in central London. At the time of its establishment in 1979, the school initially was an international institution with campuses in London, Paris, Frankfurt and Milan. This relationship existed until 1985 when the union separated, with each branch retaining the old name but with the city name attached. European Business School London is now a constituent school of Regent's College.
EBS London offers a wide range of courses in the field of International Business and has a strong focus on Banking and Finance, which is also reflected by the fact that a third of its graduates pursue a career in that field. Around 900 students from over 90 nationalities make the institution very small and highly international. It also has as strong focus on languages, with 70% of its graduates being fluent in at least four languages. Many graduates also work in consulting and Accenture stated that EBS is the best front-runner in their recruitment after Oxford and Cambridge.
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