This building has its eyes on you.
The street I stayed on. If you look closely, you can see my pants hanging on the clothesline.
Stairwell window bars in the building I stayed in, in Barcelona. I didn’t notice the 1864 until I’d been up and down the stairs several times.
A final experience with British English, from a restaurant at Gatwick.
Security cameras are everywhere in London.
The steps at Lancaster Gate.
