Today's stroll starts near Trafalgar Square in Charing Cross Road where I noticed this strangely creepy little animatronic man on the roof of the Chandos pub next door to the Coliseum Theatre, home of the English National Opera. I don't know about you but any mechanical figure that constantly repeats the same actions while smiling at you is creepy. Or maybe it's just me?
As I was nearing the National Portrait Gallery, I was passed by this young Japanese cyclist. Her helmet was so ludicrously shiny that I am reflected in it.
From there, I walked down past Trafalgar Square and this group of artists. If indeed that that's what they were as none of them seemed to have anything even vaguely resembling a painting about them. My brain was filled with dark fantasies of inept spies or undercover police. Or perhaps they were easel salesmen?