Spotted on Ste. Catherine Street in Montreal this week. When it seems spring will never arrive, and the Habs missed the playoffs, and Donald Trump continues to gather followers, and there is no sand available to hide your head, there is only one option. At least I hope there’s a head in there!
As Greta Garbo put it: I never said, “I want to be alone.” I only said, “I want to be let alone! There is all the difference. This guy has found a way to be alone on a crowded street.
Or did he just arrive here from Sleepy Hollow? If so, where is his horse?
Or is he a Dullahan who has come all the way from Ireland?