The London Development Agency (LDA) was the Regional Development Agency for Greater London, England. It existed as a functional body of the Greater London Authority. Its purpose was to drive sustainable economic growth within London.
The agency was closed on 31 March 2012 as a result of the coalition government's spending review. Following closure of the London Development Agency, some of its functions were assumed by the Greater London Authority itself. These include support for Visit London, Think London and Study London and the administration of London's European Structural Funds Programmes. The GLA will also take over the assets and liabilities of the former LDA.
The LDA was based at Palestra, 197 Blackfriars Road, Southwark, south London (across the street from Southwark tube station). The LDA Olympic Land team was based at London 2012 headquarters in Docklands.
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