Staring at the sun

On the day: 
19/02/2013 

On the way: 
In his creamy white cords, shiny brown shoes with leather uppers only slightly scuffed, grey-brown houndstooth coat and black flat cap, he manages a military bearing. But that's as much to do with his noble nose, straight as a Roman's road, and his keen, Mediterranean Sea blue eyes, squinting into the late winter morning sun, scanning for signs of an enemy incursion. 
Or for a bus. 
Still, there's a certain authority to him. Small wonder the wide-hipped, white-haired, curve-nosed lady with the little canvas suitcase on wheels turns to him to ask advice on which bus to take. 
I would. 

On the pod: 
Heartbreaker - Led Zeppelin 

On the front page: 
Send her to the Tower! (Metro)