On Reflection.

Took a walk with Sis this afternoon across Durdham Downs to a little coffee shop by the water tower. I had earlier recommended their hot drinking chocolate but regretted having done so; it turned out to be tepid drinking chocolate, a considerably less appetising beverage.
Sis was playing with a new camera and receiving a little coaching in the technique of pulling one's jacket over one's head to shield the LCD screen; I do have a photograph of her antics but decided against causing un-necessary embarrassment.
This mirror, reflecting the tariffs, shows how much we paid for the drinks; we had a medium and a large one.

This area used to be the centre of Bristle's red light district, to which I hope to return later; and, like Mbra's Danube Street, is a forgotten piece of a city's past.