Rain sprinkles down as we walk the streets slowly. When we arrive we find most of the statues in decay. We stand at the edge of the park. We're far away and can't identify many of the figures, but we've seen enough.
She takes my picture. Not in front of the statue or in front of a historical building. She takes a picture of me sitting on the hood of a parked car. I don't smile for the photo.
I hear her Instamatic go click, ten yards away.