There is a women dressed all in white. Her hair is a light brown, cut so close to her head that it barely touches her neck. She wears amber-shaded glasses and carries a focused, serious expression. Wrinkles collect near her eyes as she squints in the sun; she looks to be around her late middle ages. Slowly, she walks around the Fountain of the Four Rivers, holding her video camera up and recording as she makes her way. She is not here alone: rather, she is part of a tour group. She has blue headphones in her ears, which lead to a small blue headset on her chest that allows her to hear her tour guide from far away.
At the moment her tour guide is silent, and she takes that minute to explore the Piazza Navona on her own. However, she would rather stay near the fountain, the thing that most catches her eye. Once she has finished her roundabout, she meets up again with the rest of the group. As other people get their picture taken in front of the fountain she shies away. Politely, she stands on the sidelines watching. She has her recording, and that is all she needs.
This is her first time in Rome, and she is traveling on her own. Her family is back in Spain, and she wants to show her young grandchildren what she has seen. She figures video is the best way to do that. She thinks of the stories she will tell them and she smiles. Her tour group is getting ready to leave, all of them speaking quietly in Spanish. She takes one last look at the fountain before smiling at her camera. And then she is gone from sight, down another street in Rome.
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