We went to see A Complete Unknown at the Everyman Theatre on Baker Street yesterday. The sky was overcast when we came out, as though a mist had rolled in.
Tamara wanted to buy some stationery items so we went into Rymans. That’s when we heard that a building down Baker Street was on fire. Outside on the street the smoke from the fire was thicker, and smelled of burning rubber.
So it wasn’t mist we saw earlier, but the first waft of the fire.
It was all over the news last night, with shots and videos of fire ladders pumping water down onto the building.
The fire was at a building on Chiltern Street at, of all things, the Chiltern Firehouse – a luxury hotel that at one time was a fire station. How ironic.
Today I was on a photowalk and here is the hotel today, with roof timbers gone, windows blown out, and firemen still on site.
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