This scene struck me even as I was taking it on Mykonos in Greece. This woman seemed as if she’d always been a part of this view. That was her perch and her lookout spot and she sat there often, maybe even all day. She knew the inhabitants of each of those waterfront houses by name and which balcony belonged to whom. She might have been waiting for some acquaintances to pass by any minute so that she could greet them, as she does every Wednesday after the market.
This picture could have been taken any time, this woman gives away no clue to the time period or her own age.
To me, she is as much an outsider as an insider in this view.
I would love to have been inside her brain for a few seconds. Was this entertainment for her? Did she search among the faces for something familiar, something to relate to? Or did she instead not see the people at all, and instead saw what used to be? Could she remember a time when tourists didn’t come?
She might have been watching it all change in front of her.
Or she might have been enjoying that moment in its entirety, second by second.