#Spotted at a Vintage Christmas Market in Aotearoa New Zealand:

A woman (50s?) in a floral dress wraps her arm around her friend's waist, grinning cheekily: "Shall we go in the shop over there and gasp at the prices?"
Her friend laughs: "Yes!"
They wander off, heads bowed together.

A dapper young human (11?) is promenading along in a bowler hat, waistcoat, tie, suit jacket, ironed jeans and shiny black shoes.
He's got a walking stick in one hand and his other is looped through Nan's arm.
Her pretty polka dot dress fluttering in the breeze.
Charm personified.

A small human (4?) is perusing bouquets of flowers with a critical eye.
Finally she chooses one, pays from an embroidered change purse, then kisses it with great ceremony before handing it to her farm gear and gumboot wearing Dad.
Dad taken off guard, eyes watering, picks her up for a big hug.

A small human (3?) is walking across a paddock carpark towards the market, holding Mum's hand.
Speaking in careful, optimistic tones he says: "Mum, when we get there do you want an ice cream or a pancake? I think you should have the ice cream."

A woman (70s?) reaches over a fence to pat a very hairy black yak. In return she gets a generous lick on the hand and laughs, saying to her friend. "Look at all that snot! Oh well, it'll wash off." She gives the yak an affectionate look and they wander off. (Continued Below)