I see now I used vertical framing way, way too much, producing a kind of removed, book-format street photography, high on composition and low on feeling. One evening I heard a young street duo singing mocking-sounding songs I couldn’t begin to understand, with a small accordion and large tambourine, for a parade of office workers on their way home in the late winter twilight. I grabbed the chance to make a pest of myself, promised to send them prints (which I did). After that, gradually, the pictures got batter.
On my last day there, I went to the circus.
Then to Sicily.