The same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera and framing, the same full wide view of the street front: the same door, tree in its planter, wall lantern, lamppost, window with the green awning, café table and chairs. But this moment is a few minutes earlier, on a sunny summer day: warm bright light, clear blue sky, dry pale stone, no rain, no puddles, no wind. Image 2 shows how the man and the woman look at this moment. Far right, the woman in the red gown sits at the café table, legs crossed, arms crossed, face turned away, eyes closed, and one small black storm cloud the size of a pillow hangs low right above her head, the only cloud in the sky. Just left of her table stands the man in his long black overcoat, his copper hair standing straight up, frizzled and smoking, soot on his cheek, holding a charred black rose stem, his closed black umbrella under his left arm. Left, in front of the door, the little girl in the mustard-yellow coat and beret hops on one foot, playing; next to her the small round old lady in lilac walks along with her handbag; just left of the lamppost the big street sweeper with the walrus moustache and fur hat sweeps the dry sidewalk with his twig broom. The three neighbours are cheerful and have not noticed anything yet. Each person has exactly two arms and two hands. No text, no letters.
