As our trip to NYC wound down, and we were walking back to the bus station all in a bit of a bad mood after the hotel had no hot water this morning, we passed a 30-something year old man walking holding hands with both a woman and a little girl. He was wearing a gorgeous, large, sparkly tiara as he walked down 8th Avenue. That image made me laugh, but also reminded me of the absolute gold mine of images and bits of conversation for future writings. Why was he wearing a tiara? What was the back story? I have a feeling he will reappear later on in a story.