A house is not a home

And sometimes a home is not a house.
Saw this residence, if one can call it that, in the Merchant Quarter of the city.
Yards from a busy nightclub and two restaurants and a bars.
Can't even say it is dry; maybe their corner was, but the area where I turned my car wasn't.

Nobody was home at this point.
There were 2 cars parked just in front of here.

Oil Capitol of Europe.
More millionaires than anywhere else in Scotland.


Can't think of anything else to say.