A couple kissing in the plaza in front of Notre Dame, after the floodlights were turned off.
At the Hangar Cafe.
Overheard from this gentleman in the Café Imperial as negotiators — including the Iranians, for the first time — had talks regarding Syria a few floors above. In the Hotel Imperial, Vienna.
A fellow who was on guard duty during the talks at the Hotel Imperial.
At the mausoleo di Galla Placidia, in Ravenna.
In Cannaregio, at the Rio Terà Frutariol and Rio Terrà Santi Apostol.
At the vaporetto stop for San Giorgio Maggiore.
On the Fondamenta Ormesini. Taken from across the Rio della Misericordia from a seat in the Ghimel Garden restaurant, in the Ghetto.
At the Campo dei Gesuiti, Venexia.
In the Yau Ma Tei neighbourhood of Hong Kong.
Not that I ever called him that to his face. But his jaunty swagger, bullet shaped head, and rough-but-hilarious talk made the parallel inevitable. He was the clear king of his domain, a street restaurant in the Temple Street Night Market. Yau Ma Tei, Hong Kong.
The officiant of a friend’s wedding.
Tina Bruce at the Renaissance Pleasure Faire, in the final year it was held in Agoura, Calif.