A woman, casually dressed in a red blouse and brown peasant skirt with white polka dots and ruffles, stands on the steps of a church. Although it’s sunny, her beige Tilley hat hangs down her back, the cotton string tight against her throat. She strolls to the curb, glances right and left, and then walks back to the stairs. She is looking for something or somebody. Just then a man strides by, his royal blue Tilley hat squarely on his head, the string fastened underneath his chin. She stares at him, but he keeps walking. It is hard to imagine these two as strangers.