Apart from the photography itself, isn't there a subliminal message being expressed here?
I refer to the baggage that those two people are carrying. I've noticed over the years that, where once people would walk around with the very minimum of personal luggage about their person, even a walk to a café for a coffee or whatever seems to entail the carrying of a backpack.
This is particularly noticeable here in summer, where folks wear a miniumum of clothing (often not advisedly) yet always appear to be laden like beasts of burden. Why is it deemed necessary to carry all this luggage like an Atlas?
I find that it is infecting my own life: was a time I had a wallet in my jeans - never was pickpocketed(?) - and that was pretty much all that I had to contend with in my outdoor life. Then, I realised that I was carrying a cellphone, too, which required a little leather pouch (so tight you couldn't extract the damned instrument in time if called) attached to my belt, itself an accessory I didn't normally require. This arrangement gave way to a small Walkman-type case into which went the wallet, cellphone, glasses, Biro and car keys. This, of course, itself required to be carried, and the solution was to extend the strap to its fullest and wear the device bandolier-fashion.
So far, so good. However, it became hot and uncomfortable and, worse, because I'd take it off and suspend it over the back of the chair when going to have a drink or a meal, I became no stranger to the experience of forgetting it wherever I was, because small change for coffee etc. resides in my jeans and not the bag.
The solution - partial - to this dilemma has been to shorten the strap and wear the thing around my waist like a belt, bag perched provocatively on the side of my hip à la Colt! You'd think that would be all that's needed, but you'd be mistaken. The problem, you see, is that when I drive, I have to shift the bag so that it sits across my guts over the safety belt. So far, so good. Trouble is, I normally park on a slip road that is alongside the by-pass road that's made driving in Puerto Pollensa so much more simple.
Unfortunately, this parking area, close to the restaurant where I choose to dine, is right next to a school playground. Getting out of the car when I park it, I have to pull the bag back over to the side, and its adjustment slider inevitably fouls the buckle on the belt that hold my jeans in place with the result that it unclips the catch, resulting in my having to lift my T-shirt to see where I am, followed by an undignified scramble to re-engage the pants belt as well as the bag belt. I'm awaiting the official (or vigilante) hand on the shoulder when all this struggle becomes misunderstood.
And all I want is lunch.
Life is tough, not only in Toronto.
P.S. Reading this post I have just realised that there's a solution: swap around the orientation of the Walkman belt and then the slider will be safely behind me, posing no further threat to the jeans belt! Thank you, LuLa!