So I was sitting in the Piazza San Stefano at the evening watching life go by and enjoying music from a busker somewhere in the background, and this lady sat down opposite me. There was something about her features which I found both regal and strangely beautiful and I immediately knew I wanted a photo; she saved me the trouble when she saw me swapping lenses and asked what sort of photography I did ('persone or cattedrale?'). I showed her a couple of my previous photos and started explaining why I enjoyed street photography, though gesturing/acting is probably more appropriate because her command of English wasn't the best, and to my chagrin my command of Italian was obviously nonexistent. She seemed really (albeit unjustifiably) impressed by them and that ended up developing into an hour and a half long conversation about everything under the sun - I hardly understood most of what she said (though I'd like to think I did a decent enough job of contextualization + pretending that I got the rest hahaha) and she did virtually all the talking, but from what I did understand the topics spanned the range of politics, the economy, music and culture - she was surprisingly well read and intelligent, and I found it a real shame that I couldn't have understood more of what she was saying.
So at some point dusk was setting in and just before the sun vanished completely while the orangey light of the sky still bathed most of the piazza I worked up the courage to ask her to pose for a shot - she obviously never believed me when I told her that in my street photography I'm merely the agent of serendipity and it's the subject that makes my shots, and unfortunately couldn't see the picture for herself because she had accidentally dropped and broken her reading glass, but this is proof enough of that I should think.
(Ah the one time I get the chance to properly compose a shot I forget RAW exists and my lens autofocus refuses to cooperate (and I obviously forget that manual focus exists as well). Ohwells.)