Walking and talking

There was a time when I would see a solitary person walking and talking, and I would know that she was talking to herself. Now I never know, but from her gestures and the bud in her ear, I knew that she was having a phone conversation. 
I haven't had time to do more than upload and crop some of the photos from yesterday's Pride Parade, but I'd added a few extras to give an idea of the festivities. The first two are for Freuchie - unfortunately I couldn't get G to jump in the middle of the crosswalk!