Not far from TeBrow, site of many an outdoor cappuccino, appears what seems to be (to my untrained eye) a fresco.  It is, at the very least, painted on a wall.  And from the state of its disrepair, I can imagine it was executed on a freshly laid, or wet, plaster.  But what is it doing outside in the first place?  (And why, once again, is a window sneaking a peek into the corner of it?)  All very lovely, all questions aside.