Is there no end to Glasgow's street art?

I've had a lovely day in the big city, meeting bestie Gill for coffee and scone courtesy of John Lewis, followed by some fun buying several little items to put in a gift-bag for our pal Fiona, who has finally decided to retire from teaching.

For lunch we found a new(ish) place in West Nile Street called Perla, where we had scrumptious tapas and  a wee glass of wine, since neither of us was driving.

After Gill had headed for the station to catch the train back to Troon, I carried on down to Mitchell Street to blip this masterpiece of urban street art. I quite liked the ghostly figure I managed to include.