
I was having a delicious coffee at the "Poet's Passage" in Old San Juan sitting right at the table that looks to the street as people and cars pass by when this lady walked by. She stops suddenly just right in front of the glass window when it happens that I was then looking...

I was having a delicious coffee at the "Poet's Passage" in Old San Juan sitting right at the table that looks to the street as people and cars pass by when this lady walked by. She stops suddenly just right in front of the glass window when it happens that I was then looking...