As you both know, when I’m not filling the electro-pages of this here blog, I have one of those thrillingly exciting day jobs working for MI5 to hunt down members of cryptofascist international terrorist organisations beginning with the letter T. Once every year, me and the other lads and lasses gather in a top-secret conference centre in one of a number of medium-sized northern European towns and get down to some serious Sudoko. This year, you will be pleased to hear, I won the bronze badge for Looking Through Binoculars at Inappropriately Innocent and/or Scantily-clad Civilians.
Anyways, my wonderful superiors at MI5 gave me a little time off for bad behaviour in which I managed to surruptitiously take a few photographs of the city I was in. You may be able to identify said city through the photos contained herein, or by deciphering the cunning clue in the title of this blog post.
The architecture in this city has a range of peculiarities. It is characterised by the use of a lot of solid, hard-wearing grey stone. And, whilst I didn’t have an opportunity to venture into the new town part of the city (all Georgian gentility and grand, wide crescents) there is a strong Classical bent in the buildings of the old town. Like this:
And like this: