I spied this man through the window of an apartment block just off Sloane Square. He reminded me a little of my own (much more alert) Farfar who, throughout my life, I have always seemed to meet in hotel lobbies and apartment foyers. I felt a little guilty about capturing this man in such a vulnerable state, so an hour or so later I went back to check on him. A teenage boy 20 metres ahead of me beat me to it by knocking loudly on the glass window and running off down the street. When the man awoke abruptly I was the first person he saw, smiling at him through the window.
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