They couldn’t take their eyes off of me. Even when I raised my camera to photograph them staring at me, they never even blinked. Apparently self-consciousness is something that develops at a somewhat later age.
These weren’t the first group of boys to fall under my spell that day. And for some reason they were all boys who did. Sadly, my power to enrapture doesn’t work on anyone else. I know this from long experience.
At first I barely noticed the stares of the gaggles that passed me as I patiently waited for the clock to strike my allotted entrance time to Spain’s Alhambra Palace. The ones pointing were a bit more obvious. The laughter got my full attention.
I could perhaps understand being the butt of one joke. But this was something different; a universal mocking to which I alone missed the punch line. And then I got it.