Her fingers pushed together as if gripping a pencil while she studied a man in the church gardens. He walked in lazy circles, feeding the pigeons that followed him as he scattered seed on the ground. Every so often, he’d raise his arm, and a bird would fly up to perch there, as though stopping to chat with him before flying away. Were they thanking him for the meal? Was he telling them when to come back for another visit? He was old, his back stooped, and his long coat tattered, but the smile on his face . . . it mesmerized her. “Are you ready?” Josh tugged her arm, anxious to head to the Shakespeare and Company bookstore, something that had been on their bucket list from the day they’d met. “Do you think we could go speak to him?” She couldn’t tear her eyes away, as much as she knew she had to. “And scare his friends away? I got a few shots of him for you to use later.” He held up their Canon camera. Claire wasn’t ready to lose this feeling yet. “How about after the bookstore we sit at the café, so I can draw for a bit?”
