All Hotspots are shown on the maps like this:
Hotspot 16
A stroll down St Martin’s Lane yields,
The talent that theatre-
From curtains that rise,
To the cheers and the cries,
The West End has endless appeals.
The Coliseum stands in its place,
With a globe of such classical grace.
It no longer rotates,
On its tower it just waits,
As the crowds through the lobby all race.
Then to Mr Fogg’s Tavern for gin,
Where Victorian clutter is in.
Midst the maps on the wall,
We’ll have ourselves a ball,
As the late evening frolics begin.
