Not From California

On my way home from a morning bike ride, I was rolling through downtown Palo Alto. There was a fair amount of traffic. Cars were vying for parking spaces to get to the farmers market. Up ahead of me was this little elderly lady riding a bike, wearing a big brimmed hat. Her bike's baskets were overflowing with produce. To me, she looked like a picture from France.

As I pulled even with her I wished her good morning. She reciprocated in a thick British accent. Ok, so not a picture from France. From England then. But I had to smile. The scene made sense at last. She wasn't from California after all.