Ah, the bench always invigorates me, here we have a nice random collection of people sharing the bench space for a brief moment in their disparate lives. The lady with the "Ecuador" bag and newspaper sticking out of it, checking the shots she's just taken of her friends in front of the Olympic clock, the young dude checking his leg or shoe, possibly for a coffee spillage as he prepares to dispose of his "cup" in the Bin. The older guy, about to light up a cigarette (I'm thinking Gauloises, but have no hard evidence) whilst his friend still seated makes a phone call. Then we're left with the two ladies also on the bench who both seem happy keeping themselves to themselves...
