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I wanted to catch Dad unaware of the camera so I tried for his reflection in the door of the bistro where we'd had brunch. Result was cluttered and I divided his head in half with the gold frame of a menu inside the glass. So what you see of him is his hand. I have happy childhood recollections of trying to keep up with him while grabbing tightly to one of his sturdy fingers. At eighty seven (next week) he has been willing to try to keep up with us for parts of this vacation.