Well, it's not Buckingham Palace... still, it's clean.

[holidaywithmary]

Carried by umbrella on a strong gust from the east, a well-dressed lady touches down on the brick road. Her worried glance up and down the lane suggests all is not well, but, whatever her misfortune, she takes it in stride. She draws a large street map from her bag, and searches it without success.

"Pardon me," she smiles gracefully, "but could anyone direct me to Cherry Tree Lane?"