The author of Dear Miss Fletcher published one of my photographs, the one where I captured her at work in her beautiful city.
I saw her there in the distance and broke my promise not to photograph her. But really, I would have deleted if she hadn't approved. In this instance she felt it was the perfect photograph of her and here you have her.
I still remember her walking me through streets I had walked so often but without an intimate knowledge of the secrets they held. And so often she would turn to me and tell me, 'I have something to show you ...'
And so often, she did.