34 degrees Celsius. Hot. We’re on the way back from the Venice International Art Exhibition. We’re walking through the narrow streets with our suitcases under the harsh sun. Everywhere, stone, water and sunshine. We pass the canals and enter a maze of narrow streets. A moment of respite. Thanks to the narrow passages, the sun is kept at bay, there is shade. Only along the canals does it get wider. Crossing the bridge, there is the hope of space. Just one more perspective shot on the bridge with the reflection in the water and off we go. We’re going back home. Fortunately, there aren’t many people. A few people pass by and disappear quickly. I assemble the frame, stretch the picture. First, to the north. Nothing. To the south. Also nothing. This is not the place. We take our luggage, the frame with the picture and move on. 10 meters away, a wider street is just around the corner. Blinding light and emptiness. The space is closed in from five sides. We position ourselves for the photo, blocking the passageway. I can see how a crowd begins to gather behind the picture. People are waiting. I am waiting too. There’re more and more people. I’m waiting. We’re blocking the passageway. I’m waiting. In the end, an invisible barrier breaks and, surreptitiously, the crowd begins to move in from two sides, going around us at wide angles. People emerge into the sun and disappear into the shadows. Like actors on a stage. The sun is blinding.