Has everyone got all their Christmas shopping done?
Eating on the run?
Shopping cart loaded with goodies?
Or are you ready to be carted away?
Just in case you're wondering, this is a photo I took during my art school days, circa 1976, one early morning with my then soon-to-be ex boyfriend. I can't remember how/when/where/why we got the shopping cart but there must have been some forethought to the set-up as the lad was equipped with a bowl and a porcelain spoon. Perhaps I was thinking "Déjeuner sur l'herbe" but there was neige (yes, in Vancouver) rather than herbe and we may have just happened to stumble across a run-away cart. (note: boy friend literally stumbling as just arriving from one of his frequent all-nighters somewhere; hence, "soon-to-be-ex". But that particular load of history has long ago been carted off to the Useless Memories Dump, located just off Really Old Memories Lane, along with a lot of Christmas tinsel.)