Roses and razor-wire

I’m walking down an alley in Easton (inner city east Bristol) to get to St Marks Road, to meet a friend for lunch.  There’s several lovely eating places, the one I’m heading for is the Thali - which sells a kind of Indian meal where you have a plate with lots of tiny metal bowls containing rice/vegetables/dahl/pickles. They also have masala dosa - a huge pancake (the batter is made of rice and lentils) filled with a mild spicy potato and onion masala, and on the side a tiny dish of coconut chutney and another of lentil sambar.  It’s my favourite meal.  We also had kulfi after, as it was so hot.  
I really like Easton; it’s more multi cultural than my bit of Bristol - more interesting, nicer food shops, generally more colourful and buzzy. As I was early I walked through the streets to look at something shown on my Google maps: “Banksy’s cat and dog”. I thought, oh that’ll be nice, and maybe I’ll blip it. When I got there, it was behind a high fence with barbed wire, CCTV, warnings of 24 hour security, and I couldn’t see anything.  I don’t think it’s what he would have wanted:-(