This covered passage runs under the Tivoli Concert Hall. When my parents were young it housed one of the hottest jitterbug joints in town. Now it is home to a Wagamama and a café – none of them neither hot nor glamorous. But the ceiling is!
I can’t believe I’ve walked through that passage all my life and never noticed the mirrored ceiling until I looked at it through the lens. Maybe I’ve always been too busy eying the ice cream stands across from the café.