I don’t know what you call this person in his morning coat and top hat. A valet? A beadle? Whatever you call him, the way he stands with his legs crossed, he looks like he has 15 minutes left before his washroom break and is doing his best to hold it in. He is facing south to Argyle Street. To his back is the Argyll Arcade. I’m not sure why the distinction between Argyle and Argyll. Apparently, in linguistic terms, there is no difference. Maybe the people responsible for the Arcade’s signage ran out of the letter E.
