Writing Friday’s article (The people at the next table are taking a picture) reminded me of something. I was once walking along a bridge in London and I stopped because a picture was clearly being taken in front of me. If I had kept going I would have been in their shot.
I stood, waiting, and looked around the place. Along the river was St. Paul’s. Suddenly I realised that the people on the bridge wanted my attention.
At first I thought that I might be being asked to help take a picture but no! Something quite different was being requested. They wanted me to “ruin” their picture. They wanted me to walk through it.
As they saw it, it couldn’t be a real portrait of London without a couple of natives wondering around in the front of the shot. I, of course, was happy to oblige.
