So, the photography lesson continued, from 9-10:30 on Saturday night. We had sweets and took pictures and videos of anything around us, learning a little bit more about shadows and holding the camera steady and whether people wanted their pictures taken. At first, most didn’t, but, as you can see in one, some even started to pose (especially if they could see themselves in the camera).
Mateo took more than twenty shots of a one-legged action figure, each time getting steadier and playing with the focus. While Cecilia and Mateo focused on the picture taking, Augostino did his clown routine for me, wreaking a bit of chaos (especially for the man the next table over whose chair was bumped twice during the routines). At one point, Augostino put his head in my lap as if he wanted comforting, but it was a surprise attack as he pretended to carve me up with a spoon.
The fun might’ve gone longer, but at one point someone looked up and Julio was missing, really gone. He couldn’t be found in his usual hiding spots, and for ten minutes, even Augostino was frantic, wailing ne-ne into the crowded sidewalk. I stayed at the table, feeling foolish and alone and worried. And then he was found in the bushes with someone else’s missing ne-ne.
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