Poarta, 29 August

On my little stroll I encountered Aunt I. and her two grandchildren. This was the first time I met them on this trip. Needless to say, the kids have grown in the last three years and don't know who in the heck I am. Little M. looks totally disinterested and his big sister A.—with her dark, dark eyes—is so uncertain of this camera-wielding stranger. I don't blame her! I'm always uncertain of myself. Just what will I do next?