You can always tell the tourists from the locals around here. I was kept just barely warm in my fleece-lined, hooded sweatshirt (and my scarf), while others walked by the cafe this morning in shorts and T-shirts.
Today's fashionable photos were collected throughout November and December. The only one taken in today's chill was the one at upper right. You'll notice the guy had his hands in his pockets to keep warm, and the woman with him had goose bumps (well, she must have). (And that's a walking stick reaching to the ground from the left leg of his shorts... or at least I think it is.)
We're heading out for dinner shortly. Excuse me while I unpack my long underwear and down-filled parka.
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In case my recent choices of music haven't clued you in, this has been a season of melancholy and too much self-reflection at our house.
"Time, time, time, see what's become of me."