Hands

I thought I was going to write about the setting today, which I think should be a tavern. But when I started looking at the picture, the strongest image I got was hands. Detailed hands, hands that define and create the action. There's Alessandra and Nico, her holding his hand as she reads it. But that's only the beginning. For every character except Marcel, telling about their state of mind and/or station in life includes reading their hands. Herve and Reynaldo, their stealthy hands where they don't belong; Joseph, pouring midair, a practiced motion worthy of an innkeeper's son, perhaps? Giorgio, gripping the table with one hand, a drink with the other. And Andreas, hand resting near his weapon. Thinking about this...more later.