If you are an American like me, and you see one of these red English phone booths, you stop, smile, and take a picture. I know I do, at least. I love them. They're just...charming, I guess. Not sure what word to use, but when I see them, I am happy for having seen them. Does that make sense?
I saw this one in London, which is no surprise, really. There are quite a few of them there, despite the fact that even remote villagers in Africa seem to have cell phones these days. But there they are, standing tall, proud and red. Click.