I am often infelt when I see people obviously alone. They stay in my memory and sometimes come back to me. As if they were winking to me. I can easily remember this day in a little village in the South of France. In August (French Summer!). Very very hot. This woman is here‚ sitting in a corner of a crowdy market place. Physically not far from the excitement of the market day‚ but in reality‚ miles and years away. I tried to imagine what she was thinking of. And I thought of Penelope and Ulysse...