We went downtown for Hubby to see Thing 1's art at the exhibit.
We were walking toward the gallery, and I happened to turn around and see a very old little man on the street motioning in our general direction. Some people were coming the other way, and I thought surely he's with them. We walked a little farther, and I noticed he was still following us, with a little smile on his face, and he motioned to me again. He seemed pretty harmless so I went back and talked to him.
Turns out he lived just up the street, and saw us and thought we were a cute family. He offered to take our picture. I think people in town see so many out of towners, they have been conditioned to be "tourist friendly."
I let him take a picture of us with my phone.
Several people we talked to that evening talked to us like we were tourists, we quickly learned to smile and nod and accept their hospitality, and not tell them we are actually locals unless they asked specifically where we were from.
In any event I got a picture of myself out of it, since I'm usually the one behind the camera, and consider myself less photogenic than the rest of my cute family, it is kind of rare.