Saturday, 11 April 2009

LT Museum Black Out Posters



















London Transport Museum
Covent Garden Piazza
London, WC2E 7BB
The London Transport Museum has a fantastic online collection of over 5000 posters, you can search through them by date, theme or artist. I found these black out ones from the war.
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