There’s nothing like fresh eyes. A vacation in a new, unfamiliar setting opens all the senses.
While on our family vacation in Florence, Italy, we sat down at an outdoor cafe (the tables are actually on the street, since the sidewalk is too narrow) for a glass of wine. Sipping the wine, chatting and taking in the surroundings, I noticed a gentleman headed past us on the narrow cobblestone sidewalk. I liked the character in his face and tapped Rena’s (our daughter) shoulder to clue her into the sidewalk story walking towards us. Much to my surprise, he sat down at the next table, half an arm’s length to my left. I really wanted to take a few photos, but did not want to seem too eager, presumptuous, bold, whatever. He had a glass of wine while we chatted on at our own table. Then he is joined by a friend (who we thought resembled Charles Bronson) with an equally engaging character. As they settle in, I finally asked “Scusami, posso foto per favore?” (Excuse me, can I take your photo?), and point to the camera. Eight frames and one minute later, I’m glad I asked.