As Seen in Britain


Iconic British Phone Booths in Marylebone
May, 2017

With cellphones prevailing many of these lovely totems of once up a time in Britain, always a popular photo opp, have been revamped as cell phone hot spots and wifi zones. Speaking of which, I shot this pair with my iPhone.

There is even talk of transforming the red phone boxes into mini-offices! Long may they reign!

Posted for British Isles Friday hosted by Joy Weese Moll.

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