The artworks on display seem to change every few weeks. A little while ago it was words created out of bread: “GREED” for example.
This week it’s spinning black circles showing little animations through the gaps, like something from a Victorian-era side show.
And live music today. Sometimes it’s a woman with a cello. Today it’s a busker singing Billy Bragg’s “Must I Paint You A Picture” while his dog looks on lazily from his position of horizontal near-slumber. It’s not the most brilliant rendition, but at least it’s recognisable.
Up the stairs, out of the Degraves Street subway I walk, and into the sunshine.
The glorious sunshine. Was just my luck to be stuck in the office today.