I was wandering around looking for joyful, creative behavior in the afternoon. Then I bought a large sheet of paper and a pencil, sat in the last of the evening sunlight in a calle off Via Garibaldi and began to map the area. A boy came up to me and was asking me what I was doing, we tried really hard to communicate and the language difference meant that I started clowning and gesturing more than usual. He went off to the other end of the Calle and began playing with his tennis racket and ball against the wall of his house. I went and watched him and stood around awkwardly.