No Trumpets or Dancing

Carry has been thoughtfully travelling Europe this summer with the express intent of finding interesting signs for this blog. This sign just makes me want to buy a trumpet, learn it and TAKE IT TO SPAIN SO THERE.

Similarly, in Israel, I'd definitely feel the desire for a quick polka, probably whilst wearing a leopard-print bikini, if I saw this:


In contrast, the exotic locations I have visited in the past couple of weeks include a tour of Leeds hospitals, mostly, where I found this:

A home for old nurses! I picture them, each aged about a hundred and twelve, still in their long skirts, black stockings and complicated hats, each clutching their Florence Nightingale lamp, toddling along to the wards.