74 High St

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, 
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 
"'T is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; 
Only this and nothing more." (Poe)

Nothing so dramatic on the High St this evening (as far as I know), but I bet this door and close could tell a few tales.