Glad that another commenter mentioned the benches in Jackson Square are still the same. It's always a good spot for a rest & people watching.

do New Orleans.

The Gent has a lean and hungry look, and a nice fedora. A pricey hat by the width of the band. Expensive spectacles, and a nice silk cravat, of a pattern I do not recognize as one belonging to an affinity group. His tie is not too well knotted so he probably did the chore himself. A spring tie bar instead of a tac, and a lapel pin, probably service connected. Good suit, likely HS&M, which he has not troubled to slack at the knees. So he will either wind up with baggy knees - or he is affluent enough not to care. Expensive shoes, well broken in, in need of a shine. Carrying what appears to be an art deco pipe so is probably a smoker. Socks typical of the pre-lycra era, baggy. Probably a respectable merchant, waiting on the streetcar.

The woman is reasonably well dressed, with the white blouse and dark suit of the saleswoman. Not too particular about posture, or in wearing what passed for upper story support at the time. Notice she is wearing pantalettes instead of a slip, and typical silk hosiery. The shoes were not chosen to match the suit, so she probably is not worried about her feet being seen at work. She's carrying a typical salesman's case, which could be a "pitchman's kiester" but I see no "tripes" to go with it. She could be a street vendor, a pitchwoman, but it's more likely she is employed as sales staff at one of the many nearby stores. La Maison, perhaps.

Whatever her position, she is certainly interested in the man, so it's a reasonable guess she is single.

Some mighty fine shoes on the old battleax.

I keep coming back to this photo. Who are they? What are they doing? What's she got in that case? And why can't I afford terrific glasses like he's wearing?

More than anything, though, these two make me think of a half-dozen different Flannery O'Connor stories. He's a little bit too well-dressed, but otherwise, they'd fit right in.

This picture is begging for a comment and I feel that I should. But I am at a loss for words.

This has to be Mr & Mrs Wallace Wimple, on vacation from Wistful Vista.

The geezer's seen a lot over the years and views life with realistic suspicion. Mom's seen a lot too, but she don't care.

What's the geezer got in his hands?

These two didn't get the memo.

"Act natural, they're watching us."

What a picture - it begs a caption.

Her: "Hey sailor, wanna have some fun?"
Him: "I'm not that easy!"

She seems either laid back and calm, or perhaps just worn-down by her companion's agitation. Nervous Norvus, on the other hand, seems to have his engine running well above idle. He sits there striking match after match just to drop them near his feet. Judging by his glare, he may go postal at any minute. Yikes.

Park bench in Jackson Sqaure recently.

Perhaps these characters inspired some of George Booth's cartoons.

I wonder if this is Mr. & Mrs. Jack Sprat.

She knows she is the bee's knees and she knows what she wants. Today it seems she wants him! Poor fellow looks a bit nervous, doesn't he?

I've had the pleasure of strolling Jackson Square several times. The sights are always entertaining to say the least. However,on our last visit we encountered the Naked Cowboy. My wife was amused. I on the other hand was scarred for life emotionally by the experience.

Would you care for a chocolate?

Sort of a Jack Sprat genre perhaps.

They seem very smart to just be hanging around on a park bench. Although they are similarly dressed, they don't seem to be together, given the amount of space between them, maybe just a sign of the times?

What's in the box?