Next to me, a young knitter worked turquoise yarn into a scarf, the sun just warm enough to work without stiff fingers:
A friend joined her, in shoes that matched her yarn:
The passers-by added one small touch to still-sensible ensembles, and ah, what hope in that touch! Coloured pants like the ochre jeans below broke winter's darks:
Surrounded by others in black, a citron skirt and a smile leavened the day:
The only green in sight: pants!
The scarf in mulberry and gold signaled the season's change, and she was so tender with her baby, who wore a bright hand-knit cap and royal-blue snowsuit:
A butterscotch coat's sweep suggests a vintage provenance. The big scarves on both are très Montrèalaise:
But the most beautiful face belonged to a husky; I could have gazed into those ice-blue pools for hours:
Boutique windows evoke dreams, such as an audacious pantsuit:
The reality: patches of snow and ice, and more flurries in the forecast. Still, we sit outdoors the instant we can, even if we have to huddle in ski jackets!
On the sunny side of the street, spring comes just a few days earlier.