Shortly after I wrote the previous post, I found myself relenting and looking through my recent photos to see which inspired me. I was looking for some flowery posts, and colour is a little few and far between, but then I spotted this floral street art and an idea started to form.

They’re flowers. It’s Friday. Sorted.

I am sure there is much more symbolism than I’m picking up in the photo below, but that isn’t what makes me smile. Look to the lion’s head, just right of the drainpipe. That’s what made me chuckle, even while I was taking the photo.

But this wasn’t the only floral street art we saw on our wanders around the city. The one below again is inventive, and features a series of floral tributes and hearts, looked over by some tiny figures. Who knows? I don’t, but I can admire its quirkiness.

As we wandered around a different part of the town on Valentine’s Day - a part of town that was uphill and full of steps, which I was fed up with. I rerouted MOH around one of the gentler inclines and that’s when we spotted our red roses. The street art carried along the concrete retaining wall, and was quite an improvement.

The rosebuds popped out the other side of the sprawling bushes too, clearly some thought had gone into this piece of art.