Taking a shot in the street is like a very informal party. There are no rules of prudence, no defined limits of hospitality, no invitations. You roam the streets and, when hooked by a spot intriguing or a person interesting, you simply go closer to shoot before the scene disappears. Sometimes, you may be so urged and engrossed in shooting repeatedly that it has become intrusive to those appearing in the final image. Maybe we need some rules and customs to prescribe a certain degree of restraint? But then, when a photographer stumbles upon a photo worthy scene like the shot of today, how could he or she possibly resist to be like in a very informal party again?
I was brightened up when coming across this scene and stayed at the spot for a while, finally taking six shots before ending up with this better last image. When I reviewed the shots at home, I noticed some frown faces.