Bygone

This little patch of the city centre always brings to mind a bygone imposing Dickensian era, except for the VISA sticker on the shop doorway.

A more productive day than most over the last few months, although that is not saying much. Flagging at the end of the day I popped on some big headphones, fuelled myself with a pork pie and listened to the Fratellis full blast, and pushed on through.