ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE YEARS OLD

 This house on a side street near me needs a bit of facade work. It has a lovely garden that is rented out for an equally lovely outdoor cafe when the weather is warmer. I am not sure if anyone lives year-round in it.

Above the side door (not visible here) there is a date stone that reads 1901, making the house one hundred and twenty-three years old.

LOST IN THOUGHT

 This sweet lady sat down next to Madhu and me in the park the other evening. We chatted a bit and then she smiled sweetly and retreated into her own thoughts.

CHARLIE IN BELGRADE

 I met a Charlie Chaplin wannabe last evening. This fellow makes a living by doing kids' birthday parties.

WHERE ARE MY CIGARETTES?

 "Where ARE my cigarettes?" she's probably wondering. I don't smoke, but whatever I hunt in my purse always seems to be at the very bottom.  I'm still plugging along with my self-imposed Monochrome Month of March Meme.

PAT THAT TRASH!

 Gently, gently pat down that trash.

TROJAN HORSE....IN MINIATURE

 I am not sure of the reason for this spiky structure with a Trojan horse. No sign, no nuttin'

NIGHT CHAT

 Late night socializing.

MOTHER AND SON PIZZA

When hunger strikes...
 

TWO MEN, TWO PUGS

 A morning stroll. The fellow on the right resembled his dog a bit.

"CARRY ME, MAMA"

 I still have a vague recollection of saying 'Carry me' to my mother. Do you remember?

A MAN AND HIS DOG

 Waiting for the walking green. I thought these two looked a bit alike.