The royal borough of Windsor is made up of picturesque streets, eateries of every kind and hoards of selfie-stick-holding tourists who've come to see the Queen's castle.
What many do not expect to find, are the array of cardboard boxes and duvets scattered along the high street, directly opposite the castle. What a contrasting experience of life - and perhaps too true a representation of the unequal distribution of wealth and opportunity in the world we live in.
I wonder what it would feel like to be sleeping on the street, looking up to such an imposing view. And I wonder what those who reside in the castle think when they look out of their windows and see these ephemeral homes.
Can you imagine if, in a 'Freaky Friday' kind of way, these two worlds swapped shoes?