Sunday numerous times, but no fisherman. Again on Monday we passed by many times, but no fisherman. Tuesday came, and we packed up to catch the train. Pulling two suitcases with tiny wheels, we bumped along the cobblestones. The camera was packed, along with everything else, as we passed by this corner for the last time. There he was, sitting in the same place he was before. We stopped, I unpacked the camera. I approached and, using my best broken Italian, asked permission. Three exposures later, we packed up — we had a train to catch! As we left, I looked over to the fisherman and gave him a wave. He responded with a big wave and a huge smile as we lost sight of him. Grazie!