[While the unsubtle hat pulled down low to cover this scruffy looking man's eyes is by no means a fedora, it is certainly gaudy enough to make an impression at a distance.
He is sitting quite relaxed on a decrepit looking bench, a cane hooked over the back of it, whistling a jaunty tune that sounds suspiciously like it came from a Beatles back catalogue, and is taking time out from his tuneful interlude to toss handfuls of crumbs from the bag of Cornish pasties he's enjoying at an equally unkempt looking flock of pigeons in the area, irregardless of the flaking paint on a nearby board that states- albeit shabbily- that patrons are kindly asked to NOT feed the pigeons.]
[mid afternoon, 28th]
He is sitting quite relaxed on a decrepit looking bench, a cane hooked over the back of it, whistling a jaunty tune that sounds suspiciously like it came from a Beatles back catalogue, and is taking time out from his tuneful interlude to toss handfuls of crumbs from the bag of Cornish pasties he's enjoying at an equally unkempt looking flock of pigeons in the area, irregardless of the flaking paint on a nearby board that states- albeit shabbily- that patrons are kindly asked to NOT feed the pigeons.]