Dungeon

One of the dungeon doors that casually face onto the street in Little Germany. I always wonder what's locked away there.

We'd traipsed into town so that 10yo could secure a big tin of coloured pencils just like her brother's. This will save her the ignominy of having to ask his permission to use his. As you can see, I've truly succeeded in establishing the ethics of common property and mutual aid in the family household.