Weymouth is a funny place. we saw this woman last time we were there.

here is a shop which sells fancy goods. what are fancy goods ? well they aren't cigarettes or rock. one man's fancy is another's normal. the shop is boarded up. perhaps someone took the owner's fancy ?

next to the fancy good shop is this excessively elaborate public toilet:

and between the two is this very dodgy looking door which leads to a passageway between the two buildings. it claims to be a hotel !