Actually it is an old stable, modernised and now an apartment.
Right in the middle of town. Alongside Cuba St.
You can still see the old gantry, upper left, that was used for hauling up hay, supplies and horsey bits.
The coffins in the courtyard contain the poor souls who have perished using the perishing stairs.
Correction. Currently streets are closed off and the locality is enjoying / suffering from the Cuba Dupa festival. Coffins are a part of that.
I came home last night, winkled my way from the biggest crowds I’ve been in for a long time and went to bed. I’m an oldie. The building was resonating to this techno music the young ones have. Music that could topple statues. I missed out on all of that. Happy after a good day I fell asleep.
And woke the next day to silent streets, made breakfast in the upstairs living room. Today there will be more dancing, music, crazy costumes. Ain’t life grand.
David in Pen and Pics 