We’re driving down one of the central streets in Amsterdam, when we noticed a good-looking gray-haired figure dressed in jeans and khaki jacket standing with a bike on a pavement. I said: “Oh, a woman, I thought it was a man…”
A few moments later another figure caught our attention. Black knee-length skirt, black coat with a waist band, black opaque pantyhose, black shoes, gray hair. “A man!” we exclaimed simultaneously!
And it was, indeed, a man.
Could have been me. But I wasn’t.