As I was walking down a dark street, softly illuminated by a full moon, two men having wine on their front stoop stopped me and offered me a glass. As I learned after four months in the country that this is very typical, I accepted the drink. After a bit of conversation, they opened up a door that faced the street, one which opened up to a small wood working shop. One of the men was enthusiastic about showing me his latest project. He saw the camera was hanging from my shoulder and I asked me to take a photo of him with it.
