After spending the afternoon at the Tate Modern looking at my number one man, Mark Rothko, Emma & I thought we'd check out Leake Street again....which has been featured way back when on this blog. Unfortunately, the alley now gives you the "Oh my God, I'm a bit scared for my life" feeling, & you completely expect to be either robbed, knifed or offered heroin while walking down it. The only piece worth noting, was the orange & grey, modern arty one at the end. The picture of the beautiful face at the bottom can be found along the Thames, in the skateboard park, where you won't be offered heroin, (although maybe some pot), & you will definitely make it out alive.
After spending the afternoon at the Tate Modern looking at my number one man, Mark Rothko, Emma & I thought we'd check out Leake Street again....which has been featured way back when on this blog. Unfortunately, the alley now gives you the "Oh my God, I'm a bit scared for my life" feeling, & you completely expect to be either robbed, knifed or offered heroin while walking down it. The only piece worth noting, was the orange & grey, modern arty one at the end. The picture of the beautiful face at the bottom can be found along the Thames, in the skateboard park, where you won't be offered heroin, (although maybe some pot), & you will definitely make it out alive. 
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