This picture is just about right. Fray and I are accidentally dressed alike, like two self-conscious teenage girls at the mall. There is a plaintive dog in the window (sorry, Monsieur Scooty Beags) and one underfoot.
Moreover, I look like a gondola driver. (Anyone else always associate Madonna with gondolas? No? Well - tangent - I forgot about the predators in this video. If you attended my graduate lecture on predation in literature, you KNOW I am all jazz hands about this.)