Started sketching on Dame street. People were coming and going. Hoods and backpacks. It was good until the drizzle got heavier. I retreated to the café where some of the others had already settled. Found that drawing young women is hard - they all look the same to me! Straight hair, perfect eyebrows, pouty mouths. The young men were slightly more interesting. But then I saw one of them look at himself in the mirror. So vain!! Was glad to be able to sketch the sketchers in order to add more character to my scenes!
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