Once a week, or twice, wife E. and I have a private outing with one another. Yesterday we went to Cape Town's Starke Ayres restaurant conservatorium (pictured). OBSERVATION:
Many elderly people have outings there. They belong then to a "past"
generation. One old lady passed our table yesterday, and with a kindly
look, silently stooped and peered at me, then peered at E., then
seemingly satisfied moved on.