Update to the above.
Thinking it the dawn of a new era, pour moi, the somewhat unexpected drizzle that greeted me this morning came like a signal from heaven. Yes! Summer is dying and fresh seasons await! So, I filled the black, virgin Lowepro Stealth Reporter D200 AW with a D700 and 24mm for the very first time and went off to lunch, with the grand intention of doing my version of the Café de Flore shot that has grinned out at me from the cover of Paris Mon Amour (sorry, Jeanloup, but gotta try, and as this is Spain and not Paris, then perhaps plagiarism doesn't come into it...); I even took along an umbrella so that nothing could stop me.
Obviously, by the time I had eaten in one establishment run by an expat Frenchman and moved on to the one in the town square where the non-action of the empty tables was to be re-enacted, the friggin' summer was back.
So, what do I think of the bag? First of all, the pad on the shoulder strap slides all over the place, and I spent much walking time shifting the damn combination this way and that. Secondly, the multiplicity of pockets inside it (I had removed the main spacer so that the camera could go in) caused real difficulties when I tried to find my mobile and also my wallet.
Conclusion 1. As I had feared all along, a new departure (that used to be the name of a brand of American bicycle brakes - you peddled backwards to stop) into 'steet' is going to demand more equipment; more expensive hardware is de rigueur, at least an M body - probably film - and a brown paper bag in which to carry it. Of course, as with the Café de Flore, that's not original either: in Blow Up it was a paper bag but with a Nikon F...
Conclusion 2. Photography is best enjoyed in the thinking about it.
Ain't nothin' simple but me?