(Leica X1; Shoe-shining is an old trade disappearing in Hong Kong. This lane in Central is where to find the shoeblacks)
Maybe it was the month-long lingering mist or the call of photographic duty or simply some unknown chutzpah that brought me too close to the subjects, but I was pretty certain that the tiny Leica red dot had worked wonders and saved me from being told or punched off by the peevish man with the irritated look clearly written on his face.
He fixed his gaze into the lens to show me his anger. Which made me an even more busy clicking bug. I took a few more shots before walking away unscathed with the Leica X1 which, if it had life, had to be smiling a boastful smile. Pardon me for the unseemly act, mister, but these were the decisive moments not to be missed or asked in advance for permission.