Kudos to blog reader Mary (with a nudge from Mr. Pudding) for solving the mystery of the Chapel of Pilates yesterday. It turns out that building was once the Sunday School for an adjacent church, All Saints. The church itself is long gone, but the Sunday School remains, and I suppose you could even say it's still a place of instruction.
For today, how about another look at recent pictures from my trusty iPhone?
First, someone's Totoro doll lying on the dashboard of a car in Hampstead. Totoro is supposed to be a forest spirit, so I'm not sure how he feels about being trapped in an auto.
A beauty salon on Finchley Road. I'm not sure about the plural use of "hairs." I'm guessing whoever produced this sign is not a native English speaker.
Perhaps this discarded whiteboard is an artifact of someone's home-schooling in the era of Covid. I'm not sure why they threw it out, unless they accidentally wrote on it in permanent marker. Which happens. Nice elephant, though!
A little snow sculpture I found after our recent snowfall. At first, looking at it from this side, I thought it was a ghost with his ghostly arms outstretched. But then I realized that viewed from the other side it is obviously a dove holding an olive branch.
Italian expressions of love in Cricklewood. (Along with a couple of severely pollarded trees.)
Some stenciled graffiti not far from our flat. I think it's a Mexican wrestling mask? Anyway, it's a nice clean stencil, compared to the messier coronavirus-related ones I found several days ago.
And finally -- lots of planters, left out on the sidewalk (mysteriously with a bicycle). Are they being given away? Believe it or not, I didn't take any. At our house, we're into simple terra cotta flowerpots.