A few weeks ago, I was feeling restless so decided to jump on the train and head to Liverpool for the afternoon. Standing in the Walker Art Gallery looking at this painting, the back of the woman's head in the right hand side of this photo caught my eye. It was familiar. I edged sideways to get a glimpse of her face. To my surprise/horror it was a matronly native French woman whom I'd lost to in a crazy golf tournament in Nimes in June last year. A woman I'd never seen before or met since. With this revelation, and seeing her raise from her seat, I tiptoed backwards and hid behind an exhibit. She found me. We had an awkward conversation. About chance meetings and the world being small. I really need to be less antisocial.
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