Though it wasn’t my intention to not do a lick of work this morning, I ended up spending most of the morning tilting at windmills shaped like banks and customer service reps.

As part of my Quixotic day, I had to go downtown and pick up some paperwork. I decided to walk back and enjoy the warm sunshine. As I turned off Gran Vía onto a side street, I noticed a few modern-day Dulcineas (or, correctly, Aldonzas) leaning against the wall in that casual yet intensely observant way they have.

I thought, “They’re immigrants, and I’m an immigrant. There but for fortune…” Isn’t it odd what a walk on a sunny day will stir up?