You never know these days. Uninvited guests may force you to take an unplanned trip to an unknown destination; doesn’t hurt to be in your Sunday clothes.
― Anurag Shourie, Half A Shadow
Sundays are like confetti floating in the air in slow motion, in the evening they reach the ground and you hope a bit of wind could blow on them so they could fly a bit longer.
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently
1886 illustration of two ladies in their Sunday best. You can download the high-res illustrations in one 6" x 6" @ 300 ppi JPEG here. Larger image size available for licensing. Please inquire.
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