Yonge Street, Toronto

Indeed I've never seen window cleaners rappel down the face of buildings in California, though I've seen other interesting window cleaner behavior. As for doing it in my next life, only if I'm reincarnated sans acrophobia. Perhaps I could be a seagull, they seldom suffer from acrophobia (throwing this in because it was the best first line of a poem I ever wrote. So far.)
Then I could do the opposite of window cleaning ...

Thanks, Annemarie.

You could deal with your acrophobia as this fenestralavator is -- by not looking down:

Leben in allen Ebenen!