Walking this beautiful passageway one could be forgiven for not seeing the true reality of life here. To the left Madam Shaffener kept a house of ill repute, her sixtyone cats terrorised the neighbourhood birds. To the right Mr Nutter sat each day at his work bench, whittling pieces of flotsam into small animals, which he sold to the many tourists who arrived daily on cruise boats. Both Mr Nutter and Madam Shaffener however held a secret passion. Each was indebted to the other for this passion. When darkness arrived, they would climb their staircases, then one would cross the arch.