At the Gonsenheim market the other week doing “Still life with cabbages” (tomorrow, if I can’t find anything better) when this lady and her bicycle patiently waited while I finished the shot.
“Or do you want me to zip through the shot?” she asked as she moved glacially towards the cheese van.
“Call that “zipping”?” I said. “But I can take your photo anyway”
With the usual “apictureadayfromthecityyouliveinwuggawuggawugga” spiel.
“OH! And then my mailbox gets stuffed full of junkmail”
But she didn’t actually say “No”….
Given that it’s Gonsenheim, her name’s probably “Becker”
For the direct marketers out there….