Let's be clear about one thing: my parents' Wimbledon cul de sac is not somewhere where you're likely to see an art installation; nor is it a hip neighborhood (perish the thought) where something might get wheatpasted. But somehow these three circles (made, I think, of thick paper) have, mysteriously, become affixed - about ten feet off the ground, which suggests something very deliberate - on the long brick wall of the riding stables at the top of the street. I have absolutely no answer to this, I'm happy to say. It suggests unprecedented (unprecedented since c. the mid 70s, at least) creativity in the 'hood...
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