Clearly we are all admirers of M.C. Escher’s drawings!
I used to frequent a cafe whose floor was two or three steps up from the pavement, in a street on a gentle hill slope. So if you sat next to the window, you looked slightly down onto the corner of a brick-columned, tile-roofed portico fronting a shop diagonally opposite.
Certain lighting conditions, especially street-lamps on dark Winter evenings, created a peculiar optical illusion giving this portico a peculiar, very Esher-esque form.
Sadly the cafe has gone, as the building completely destroyed by a fire several months ago.
(It was The Gorge Cafe, and the porticoed shop is Goulds, for them as know Dorchester town centre.)