I only noticed the little old lady after I cut through the alley. She motioned for me to remove my headphones.

—¿De qué estás tomando fotos?
—Los gatos, I replied.
—Los gatos, she asked, weighing my response. —¿Por qué?
—Por que me gustan los gatos.

I offered to show her the pictures, but she'd gone back to working in her garden.

Down the alley, three guys played with their four-wheeler. Had they not looked like minors, I would have asked if I could photograph them.