Oh we should all post commute things! I’m not much of a photographer like the rest of you, though, plus I’m a little scared of being beaten up. Today’s commute moment was a guy with a phrase in French going around his upper arm that I tried very hard to read discreetly. I’ve just googled it and it’s Paul Eluard.
I like the second one, especially. Everyone is in her/his little space and world. The bandoleers on the guy in the foreground hold essences for sale, yes?