This thread keeps stirring up long-forgotten memories of my early childhood. I can't say I remember this view but the immaculate gardens and planting remind me of how well-kept and lovingly tended these little pockets of greenery were, in an otherwise pretty hard environment.
These sort of oases usually seemed to be found alongside beautiful buildings, public and private, and I genuinely used to marvel that people could produce such beautiful places. All of the public parks were well looked after too.
Some of the pics of the terraces remind me of the smell of rotting soot-stained brickwork, especially on wet days.