Oh the things you find in London when you’ve got your eyes open. This little sign was spotted by Karva Javi: “This is not a brothel. There are no prostitutes at this address.”
I’d love to hear the stories from the residents! I’m sure they have some good ones to tell.
Edit – I didn’t realise when I posted this but thanks to the comments now I know this was Sebastian Horsley’s house at 7 Meard Street. Of course, this is probably untrue according to the stories he wrote in his autobiography before he died a few years ago about his extensive use of prostitutes. Isn’t it ironic. I knew someone with an interesting life would have lived there.