At last, we come out of the large Salvation Army shop on the main road, thankfully unencumbered, this time at least, by yet another utterly irresistible, but surely quite unnecessary mirror. Eventually we are even able to cross over, and we disappear down a sidestreet - past the fairly new Indian restaurant in which we have already celebrated our routine good luck, a few times, situated just where an old church used to stand - which building we have as a matter of fact also visited together, though only after it had been given a cruel late demotion - whether up or down, who can quite say? - into the merely real world, and was being forced to masquerade, somewhat disbelievingly, as a furniture outlet - (an incarnation which I must say I thought suited it strikingly well).

Then, on the ever-flickering inspiration of the moment, we turned down a further, acute-angled sidestreet, heading for the arty little chocolate emporium which had recently appeared in the neighbouring main road. (Yes. High time for another visit.) And look! That strange, vulnerable, crumbling wall is still running down almost the entire northern length of this compact block! While, opposite it, there's still that odd modern insert in the tenement frontage, as if a bomb had landed there and the resulting gap had been a little anachronistically, not quite appropriately, filled in. (Which, after all, is very likely just what actually did happen.)

We had rather wondered how long it ...