in setúbal he drew.
whenever he draws it is time treasured by me, and him.
there were also long walks in the blazing sun, 5 misleading directions to the turism office (we didn't mind), a craftsman who built brilliant miniature bicycles, and 3 old men discussing football at 4pm.
whilst in the city's fort i accidentally opened the back of my camera before unwinding the film.
in this instance i'm happy it happened.