West End Girl

We had one of those (supposedly) morale boosting quarterly events where the top brass tell us all about how rosy the future is going to be (for those of us whose jobs aren't replaced by Indian coders anyway.)
Sauntering back up from the Grosvenor Hilton towards Princes Street my spirits were lifted by the splendid weather, coupled with the fact that there are very few tourists left at this time of the year.
Passing through Atholl Crescent I thought I'd take a picture as this is somewhere that I'd like to live, should I ever have half a million pounds to spare.

Nokia N95 cameraphone.