A waiter and weary companion hover in the moments when one's expectations can run high, low or away.

Two ladies of a certain age stood and paused in the doorway of a tiny restaurant in Arles, France, and their anachronistic grace on entering and later, when dining, brought an unexpected warmth and contentment to their and our surroundings.

In contrast, a cell user cloaks every encounter with invisible walls in the now universal posture of public indifference.

A little girl nonchalantly skips along on her way to somewhere, reciting the nursery rhyme with that little twist of fate, maybe happy, maybe sad - "I wrote a letter to my love, and on the way I dropped it...a little boy picked it up and put it in his pocket."

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