Along the way we saw a the cutest-ever car, this little Austin (in front of the Rivoli Ballroom, where Stuart and I have jive danced very inexpertly):
Made even cuter by the fact we don't have to have a car ourselves. That's one of my qualifications for the Good Life, that I don't have to own any sort of motor vehicle. When I lived in the Seattle area, we practically lived in our car, either sitting in traffic jams or driving round and round trying to find a parking space. Hopefully never again! But if I were to own one, I would probably want a Nissan Figaro, which is a totally girly choice and any car expert would scoff.