Although I enjoy the graffiti around, I have a bit of an issue with murals. Graffiti has always seemed to me to be an underground art form; one performed under cloak of darkness as an act of rebellion against the drabness of conformist architecture. Murals; paid for, asked for, wanted - don’t fit this definition. Some of them are undoubtedly beautiful and I can appreciate the effort and skill that has gone into them but they leave me kind of cold. Saying that, there are some particularly fine examples in Stevenson Square that are worth taking the time to explore.