Airport bus.

Awesome sunnies, oozing attitude. I rarely shoot people, much less strangers, but she was too great not to take a photo of.

Neighborhood scene.

In the metro; coming or going?

Our first encounter. Not too happy...

Trabant, I love you. I vividly remember getting stuck behind many of you on the way to my cottage in the Czech Republic, thick black smoke billowing from the exhaust, family of 5 crammed inside with 10 picnic baskets, maxing at 45kmh ... !

Long shadows in the afternoon.

This city has the most graffiti hearts I have ever seen. I love it!

Something old, something blue.

We meet again. He was more willing to model this time.