I love urban art. Everything from the awesome exhibition that had images projected on buildings downtown to the spray-painted faces on sidewalks. All of it brings a smile to my face, and makes the mundane tasks of everyday life a bit more fun.

So imagine my giddy little girl delight when I hopped into a friend’s car behind Eclectica on Grand, he turned on the headlights, and this piece of gloriousness stared back at me. Into my soul.

I immediately laughed, then cried a little, and the image lingered so I got a little creeped out.

And though the street art made me instantly rejoice, as we pulled out of the space I soon recoiled in sadness because I realized we weren’t in a car that could talk in a British accent and fight crime.