This guy in Jackson Square was a riot. He’d make up rhymes about observers and passers by – often asking for money. He called me out as a “pretty lady in a red dress. Is that your honey next to you? He is surely blessed.” I should probably mention that the cut of my dress was a tad low. 🙂 I wish I could remember the rest of his rhyme. Serves me right for waiting months to write about this. Meanwhile, he did go on to rhyme about us helping him out – so Hubs sent The Girl down to deliver a tip.