We set off one fine sunny afternoon for the intersection near our office where three roads meet, as we thought we would find a greater variety of people there.  The first person to take our eye was this girl:

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Because she crossed the road in a similarly irresponsible manner to us!  We followed her for what seemed like a really long way: left and right and left and right and left and right:

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Until we arrived at what we assumed was her home:

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This wasn’t a particularly exciting result, but being our first time we were very excited nonetheless.  From here, we decided to pick someone else.

We saw a guapo wearing a suit and a jaunty red tie who was speaking with an Argentinian accent and decided to follow him, but then we lost him, so picked another goodlooking man who was also wearing a red suit and a tie – what a coincidence.  When we followed the second man around the corner we found him running to catch up with the first man, so we followed them both together – two for the price of one.

They walked really fast so we had to jog after them, past this park with a statue of a bullfighter:

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Then, incredibly, they led us to the street of shops near our office (we thought we were utterly lost) where we often go at break time.  They turned the corner onto the main street and then … we lost them! We searched the shops and bars but they had dispappeared for good.

We speculated that they may have been estate agents or insurance salesmen, as, well, that’s what their suits made them look like.  So perhaps they had entered a house or business to make a pitch.

We gave them up as lost and sat on a bench until we found someone else interesting.  we chose this older gentlemen because we like his trainers:

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We were sure he was going somewhere urgent as he walked with such purpose, so we followed him (much more slowly than the fit young men) until we found ourselves … back were we started!  It appears that this little pocket rocket was just out for some exercise.

More experiments to come…