I made a trip to my local watch emporium which I hadn’t visited in months. Selling jewelry is essential because if you can’t marry a girl at least you can give her diamonds to tide her over til the wedding.
So I went over to say hi, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, etc. As one does. And I walked out with a watch on my wrist and a box under my arm. As one does on a good day.
Explanation?
After MTR found his lovely da Vinci Perpetual I began to feel a little blue-dial-poor. Here are two that caught my eye in the pre-owned case. 
My wife assured me that I’m 20 years too young for that lovely Patek, and the band was too short anyway.
So I came home with the 40mm Petit Prince version of a Spitfire. 
The watch appears unworn. 
I love the strap (brand new)
Cheers,
Cazalea