Connecting the homes that once were warehouses in river front Bermondsey are these walkways. There was garden furniture on some of them; chairs, tables, lamps and so on. People must sit out on them in the evening and look down on the souls going about their business below. The white van was delivering to the back door of a restaurant. In fact there were several kitchen doors open to the street as I walked underneath these walkways. Chefs came and went carrying boxes of produce from the van into the noisy kitchens, smoking cigarettes with that thin, hyper, pinched, over-worked look that they have.