Three ways of approaching the same place in different times
We are walking along the seafront without a care in our hearts. I have just remembered that I meant to mention the world’s worst attempt at pick pocketing, which occurred in Malaga. Picture the scene, a mum, a dad and boy - sitting on his father’s shoulders. We are crossing the river when someone brushes by. I say someone brushes by because it feels more like a grab. Now, while I have the legs of a god, and not one of those strange half animal ones, they were disguised well by a pair of combatish trousers with velcroed pockets so I felt this wasn’t someone over come with less than well placed desire. I shifted, they were unsuccessful. I registered the failed pickpocket. Never mind hey. Time to move on. OK, turn back and change direction. A minute later they tried again with the same totally lack in skill or artistry. This time herself got out her phone and went to take pictures and they fled the scene. To fail badly once can be seen...