Yvonna

Stopped off at Cayen's aunt Yvonna.
Ninety-five and fully "compos mentis" but everything else is failing - sort of the inverse of Alzheimer.
Her eyesight, hearing and heart are making her world shrink more and more.
Such a lonely existence.
The spirit really burns strongly, however.

And, no, I don't spend all my time with old ladies: while I enjoy their stories I truly love photographing them.

EDIT: I originally posted this in black and white but I find colour works better.