It was a warm but very windy day. But breath of the Spirit Blowing in me. The Spirit, it seemed, blew large tourist groups and smaller family groups past us, flowing across the pavement in both directions. They reminded me of schools of fish or flocks of birds.
Many people read our signs as they passed by.
It was delightful to exchange smiles with some of them, or to return a peace sign. As usual, several people stopped to photograph us, ask questions, or to accept flyers about the vigil. He stared for a long time, wavering between awe and laughter, reluctant to respond to his parents' calls to turn away. Jorge talked with a man from Egypt who seemed particularly interested. Speaking very little English, the Egyptian struggled to understand and Jorge struggled to communicate what the vigils are about.