This is another of Ili's photos. We were riding down the Boulevard on the scooter, and she said she saw a photo I should take. I wasn't interested, but she told me to turn around. So I stopped the little scooter and let her go. It turned out to be a kid who we saw taking our picture on the street while we were riding the Vespa at Christmas time. Later, while we were sitting with friends at a sidewalk table, he strolled by. We talked a bit. He showed me his camera, one I wasn't familiar with. I showered him my Leicas. He was enamored, of course. So when Ili went back, she recognized him. She said he wanted to know if I remembered him. Sure, kid. I'm envious. Here he is being all cool with a young woman. She's playing dress up and he gets to be a photographer. What could be more fun?
Oh. . . I did the post processing on the pic. Teamwork. I drive the scooter and do the computer work. This is how it goes.
I'm headed out of town for the rest of the week tomorrow. There will be a bit of dead air here for the next few days. Maybe I'll have tales when I return. Maybe I won't. Perhaps I'll have a bunch of Ili's photographs to show. I am beat to death right now and think I may not leave the hotel room much. Just to get away and not have to do anything is appealing. I will be in a good town, but the weather is supposed to be shitty. I don't even care. I'll make the next few days as easy as possible on myself.
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