In the afternoon, we paint. Sometimes the passersby stop to ask questions, other times they meander slowly, watching, having smelt the scent in the air, and - as if we do not notice - quietly snap us as we work. Many, however, intent on their own business, rush past with a glance, or not, minds elsewhere and occupied. And at the end of the day, we take our phones and capture what we have created - not caring how long it will last or for the questions of those who have passed - because we’re already thinking of where we will paint next, and when - for it can never come quickly enough.