Fiddler's Green on Fairbanks in Winter Park was packed this night; we were lucky to find a tiny table that would hold Guinness and Irish coffee. This couple sat directly in front of me. The space is long and narrow and dark. The interaction between them was fascinating; sometimes I feel like Jane Goodall. For some reason, the heads came out much too large for the bodies; maybe this was a reflection of my thoughts as I sketched?