A fresh government poster went up the other day on the alley wall not far from our front door in Beijing.

A door, set flush with the alley wall, almost invisible.

He was forced to feel his way along the alley wall.

The Shadow chose a more secluded route by way of the alley wall.

In the moment of his reaction, she grabbed Angel and slammed him against the alley wall.

The woman with her back to the greasy alley wall was too plainly dressed for that.

After his death she makes a Fresco of him on an alley wall.

He put his back against the alley wall, hoping to hide in the shadows.

The man was hurled back against the alley wall and lay still.

Another result of his crash into the alley wall.