snapshots of Bray

Within the space of a couple metres, I see the man who dresses like ageing Elvis, crooning to a friend in Elvis-esque tones, a woman who's made her face up like a Spanish flamenco dancer doll, all black hair and red and pink and black make-up, and isn't exactly rocking the look, and then an older man in a flat cap sitting outside a cafe with a small Jack Russel on his lap.