Howe Street

A cunning ploy to obtain immorality immortality by Cigs. Why didn't I think of this sooner? 
In the land of Land Rover Discoverys, cerise troosers and Waitrose home deliveries, the New Town stands alone in Edinburgh, almost untouched by Cigs. Bar a long gone pillar box at the top of Scotland Street and a borderline case on Jamaica Street, the New Town has largely escaped the clutches of Cigs. And I think I now know why. It's a conservation zone, so it is. So anything that's there has to remain, untouched and presumably preserved for future generations to enjoy. So part of the early 21st Century millieu is to have Cigs, to keep it real. Councillor Rose does not rule the roost on this side of town, so no demoralising talk from him, oh no. Here the focus is on art and culture, and even the new fangled ways eventually seep into the sometimes stuffy neighbourhood. I expect a blue plaque and an information board here before long. 

I should also point out I did a tiny bit of careful restoration work on this one; the G and the S were covered by the remnants of a sticker; in the interests of Cigsworld, I gently peeled the sticker off to show the world this silver pen on dead letter box combination. I also posted my VAT returns in the post box when I was done taking photos I then popped into McAree Brothers who are almost certainly related to Grace Brothers. Mrs Slocombe's spirit is alive and well in there, let me tell you.