The text on the window asks us to follow the steps of James Joyce. The subsequent fate of the window itself suggests an iconoclast.
That is all I have to say about the picture.
The taking of it was another matter. As soon as I had taken the picture I was approached by the doorman/bouncer of the establishment concerned and told in no uncertain terms that I could not publish the picture without the express permission of the owner. This is the first time that has ever happened to me. The nearest I came to it was in Love Lane some years ago.
Did he think I was going to imply that this was not a safe area of the city? Or that the landlord had served the stonethrower one over the eight?
It sure beats me. So, for the moment I have not named the premises concerned. But you are welcome to guess in the comments below. If we go down, we might as well all go down together.