I am walking down a street. I walk through unnoticed. I always arrive through a side street onto the main thoroughfare. On this thoroughfare are many buildings of a victorian england style of architecture. Big arched windows with small panels of glass, every building has windows only, no walls. Though some windows form doors. Sometimes there are hoards of people in the restaurants eating sumptuous food, on the streets are endless horses and carriages. Everything is green and cream. The buildings and the coaches. Though the horses are expected, they do not seem to form part of the image. The people have undescribed clothes. Sometimes the places are deserted and no one is around, the streets are empty.