He waited for days like this. It was bright, sunny, cheerful, and the people were out. Not that the people were all that important to him. In his mind, the fact that he had found a lone perch in the sun next to the sound of tricking water and wind through the trees made him perfectly contempt. There he sat, totally absorbed in the ideas and thoughts of a truly great novel. Completely immersed in his diversion, he missed the dancing street performers and crowd of tourists that gathered round them, directly to his right. And, so immersed in his readings was he that he completely missed the fact that there was an observer, directly ahead, documenting and photographing his actions and mannerisms.