When you visit a Graffiti Hall of Fame on the morning of the 1st of November, you of course expect a paint job befitting the occasion. Skeletons, skulls (I love skulls), ghosts, pumpkins; that sort of thing. What you don’t expect are graffiti artists at work. My first thought (Don’t they ever sleep?) quickly changed to „They’ve only just started!“ I didn’t see any pumpkins until a week later.