I'm going to have to write some placeholding gobbledygook so that the
photos don't appear overlapping in my browser. Goodness knows what's
happening on your browser. I suppose I could mention the succession of
dodgy lap-dancing places which have come and gone amongst the
consulates, hotels and windowless doors with inscrutable cyrillic
insignia and signs saying `MEMBERS ONLY'.
You might like to head down Blenheim Place to the Bronx. Alternatively, this side of the church, you can stride up Calton Hill, or plunge down the fairy path into the steaming cauldron below, where contrast is turned up a little too much.
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