These older Australians had just attended a matinee performance at the Sydney Opera House and presumably were making their way to the transport hub where they would find trains and buses and ferries waiting to carry them home.
I had spent the afternoon alone in the city, trying to find subjects to photograph, but with little success. I was tired, feeling somewhat despondent, so I stopped at an outdoor café before heading home.
It was late afternoon and the sun was already low, its rays reflecting off the windows of the tall building behind me and creating little spotlights on the street ahead. And it was in one of those random spotlights that I caught this scene, just a simple gesture that, at that precise moment, for some reason struck me as particularly poignant. But then, sometimes, the eye sees what the heart feels.