Even if you’re a struggling Indian fellow selling cheap umbrellas in Naples’ streets it’s hard not to notice the beautiful women of the city. I took this picture on the Via Benedetto Croce, named after the famous philosopher, who died in Naples in 1952. I appreciated the man’s brief and spontaneous delight in what otherwise must be a hugely difficult life. Their lives are separated by a huge cultural and socio-economic gulf, but in this picture they share an almost intimate space, if only for a millisecond. Only later did I notice the heart that was tucked into the right hand side of the picture.