Streets, where they have no names...
 Camden Market, London. The young bloke was idling with a can and on sighting the camera, snatched a placard and obliged with a pose.
 Traffic signals, New Delhi. I was too ashamed of myself to ask for the picture upfront, so snapped sleathily. Desparately needed the snap to remind me of so many things.
As I was showing her these assorts, L quoted this Hardy poem. Makes sense in more than many ways.
'Peace upon earth!' was said. We sing it,
And pay a million priests to bring it.
After two thousand years of mass
We've got as far as poison gas.