This is one of those times when I knew the photographs would fail me (and I only had my cheap phone camera), but I took them anyways. I came upon this scene of a man reading to a woman in park in Lisbon and I couldn't disturb them by getting too close. The woman's Gauginesque back and arm, the man reading with such formality and intent, all of it grasped my attention.
Periodically, the man stopped reading and they both appeared to silently take in the meaning of his words. I am glad I dared to walk to another vantage point because from there I could see the magenta flower in the woman's hair and a young girl lying on the woman's lap, reading her own book. Where else in the world could such a thing happen in 2016? What kind of man would dare to enact such a scene in public? Have the troubadours come back to life?