And the city is looking pretty at the moment, in its own inimitably stylish/tattered/ugly/beautiful way.
Like the Titanic mural on the corner of Dee Street. There seems to be less of it attached to the wall every time I go past. It's gorgeous, but I'm torn between my love of peeling paint and my concern that it will soon fall right off onto the street. These shots are from back in May, and it seems to have become more fragile since then.