Walking home from Place Flagey just now I got rather emphatically wolf-whistled. I have not been wolf-whistled in decades. It was a bit confusing, so I waited till he'd passed and looked behind me. No leggy twenty year olds. No-one, in fact. What with the "Bonjour Princesse" on Avenue de Tervueren the other day as well, I'm beginning to think there is a market in Brux for banana-smeared tired women of an advanced age.
So I did the only thing one could do under the circumstances, and went into Cock's Fresh for my shopping.