Cortana in a bad mood again, but this snap still serves to give the general idea of the rickshaws mentioned in the last post. Did the lady in the fancy brown dress get to ride in one?
Perhaps the core business of the owner of the rickshaws is hiring them out, dressed up for publicity events.
I was amused to find that one of the branches of this so very fashionable establishment is to be found in Hoxton, as, when we were small, we lived in the flat noticed at reference 2 and one of our neighbours was a young lady who had been brought up in Hoxton, at that time still a bastion of the old east end. At that time they still had pubs there where someone bashed out popular songs on the joanna all through the Friday and Saturday evening sessions, ending up with the top of the instrument being covered in half full pint glasses of stout, mild and bitter. Not to mention fag ends all over the place. Probably a bit of bashing went on outside too.
Oddly, this branch was called Unit 207, was visible to Bing, was said to be open from 1000 until 1900, but was not visible on the web site proper. Although to be fair, it was rather a tricky website, so I may well be missing something.
Reference 1: https://www.self-portrait-studio.com/.
Reference 2: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/04/snippet-3.html.
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