He didn't hear me creeping up, but then there were planes overhead, descending towards Heathrow and ascending from London City, engineering work at the new sewer ring tunnel at the end of the plot and, a little more distant on the building site beyond the canal, a concrete breaker crashing away. Clearly not much work was getting done here though. In his head he may well have been having a glass of Sancerre sitting at a"zinc" courtesy of Georges Simenon.
A couple of days later he pointed this out to me as we passed through Whitechapel station and I snapped it quickly before we got off the train.
Sorting out my photos just now, the appropriate juxtaposition of the two became obvious.