Sitting in the window of my apartment, watching the lightning. The thunder is distant now, and the rain has died away. Earlier we wandered down to the Potomac and took some photos as the thunderstorm was first rolling in, only to scarper home when we saw a solid sheet of water coming towards us.
Down the main street of Old Town Alexandria, there are two wig shops. Yes, that’s right, two. Apparently the residents of Old Town are particularly prone to hair loss. Maybe it’s the water. But whenever I walk down the street, I glance in at the wig shops. And every time, my eye is caught by this particulary dummy:
Is it just me, or is this a woman wearing a moustache? She cuts a very dashing figure, to be sure, but she also scares me. (And on a side note, her moustache is just a bit too long isn’t it? Eating or drinking would be fairly unfeasible)