In a beautiful afternoon of May, I spent one hour at Pisa. I took some pictures of architecture and street photography.
One of them came out particularly interesting and I managed to take it on a 6×9 Fuji, with an exceptional clarity. The others are on 35 mm format. I spent three long minutes laid down behind the Japanese man who was photographing his wife, trying to capture the moment (I had only one shot left on that roll).
Why the most interesting moments usually happen when the film roll is running out?