Peterboro

The market square.

Pouring with rain on the way down. Pouring with rain when I got here. You so nearly got a blip of my hotel room. But, after a pint of Stella, I figured that a quick walk around town would produce something worthwhile posting.

And so, we have it. I don't mind that the market building is leaning. Nor that the clock is blown. I love the reflections. So, I'm happy with this one.