New Identity

It's not every day that I get mistaken for Cinderella. But, truth be sworn, as I was walking toward my apartment manager Irene and her granddaughter Emma, Emma said something in Spanish to her grandma. "She wants to know if you're Cinderella" Irene relayed. Apparently, she thought I had walked out of the new apartment building at the end of our street, that does, indeed, look like a castle.

Ah, the world through the eyes of a little girl. :)

Here is the P. Charming you've all been hearing about...
(still can't figure out how to rotate pictures).