It was a photograph of a street.
That was the context Marco provided when he sent it through at 11 p.m. on a Wednesday, a tourist’s post from Edinburgh, a woman visiting from Milan who had spent four days photographing cobblestones and castle views and the particular quality of Scottish light that photographers found irresistible. The post had seventeen comments, forty-two likes, a caption about the beauty of the Old Town, and in the background of the third photograph, slightly out of focus, framed by the edge of a bakery doorway as if the city had arranged her there deliberately, was a woman.
She was holding an infant against her chest. Left hand supporting the baby’s head, right arm wrapped underneath, the practiced hold of someone who had been doing it long enough for it to become aut
