Oh I'd like to be so pretty in this great big city

In my experience, you can generally identify a dry day for photography when you can't tell if the few pictures you do take are in black-and-white or not. For instance, this one, which encompasses, I suppose, the entire feeling of my St David's Day - customarily a big hoo-ha here in bonny old Wales. And rightly so. For what other time do we sacrifice to celebrate our ol' Saint Dafydd, founder of our country, who slayed that dragon so courageously...Hm, yes.
Aaaanyway, my day lacked event which consequently results in a rather dull journal entry, so all my apologies. Tomorrow will be...well, we'll see won't we.