This rather large #126 -- painted on the shuttered gate of a Galway art gallery -- actually made me gasp when I turned the corner and spied it. Hunting for numbers, you get used to squinting at far-off mailboxes, zooming in on obscure awnings, and crouching over manhole covers for glimpses of miniscule numbers that when the streets hand you something like this, you feel like someone's handed you a giant lollipop.
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