She's a beauty:
1/800 sec | f 3.6 | 7.1 mm | iso400
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair ...
Ballad of Lucy Jordan: Shel Silverstein as sung by Marianne Faithfull