Farmer in Normandy: proudly he told me, the house up there, it is mine.

Mad as a hatter from the fumes I thought, but he was OK

Few men come to this tango café in Hamburg. I would go if only I were younger.

Girl-boys. It was early in the afternoon, yet his beard started showing.

Irish bar regular. I wonder if he ever turns up at home.

Irish boy. So nice, so young. Pity he smokes, but it adds to the picture.

Irish girl. She had such beautiful freckles, And she said yes, I could take her picture. But first she told me the story of her life.

Irish Jew. Born in Lithuania.

Sculptor. He sure does not need a male model, a mirror will do.