I had a nice day. Took some nice shots that made me very happy. The only bad part was getting shouted at by a beggarly woman sitting alone picturesquely, poetically on a small flight of stairs,when I tried to take her photo. The language she used wasn't poetic at all. Very scary in fact it was. I fled.:( Truly, poverty and insanity might seem poetic to us but it is not to those who suffer under their yoke. Sorry woman.