Down the street I again noticed the movement of struggling shadows so I walked over to investigate. They were at it again! The mad photographers had chased their quarry into a small shop and were tormenting her with bright lights and incessantly clicking, evil Canons. I imagined sweeping them all away—threatening them with my Nikon—rescuing her and carrying her off into the sunset. Too bad the sun had already set. My plans fell to pieces in the dust and I walked on.