Imaginary Friends

I had one of my pleasant regular meetings with Joe in the National Gallery this afternoon. Peter S was there, chatting with Sinéad M.

Wettish weather but the rain held back enough for me to dawdle on my way back down Nassau St (after walking Joe and Peter part-way to their destinations). I had noticed this painted-out window earlier, below the old-fashioned awning of Duffy's bookshop, which is presumably sold. Just across the road on Clare St. the famous Greenes Bookshop (which also has an awning) is now a menswear shop with fancy shirts in the window. I wanted to photograph those odd childlike faces. Then this bloke came and stood there, having a ciggy break, so I put him in.