Impertinently peeking at the notes of a café neighbor may be an etiquette faux pas, but can provide rewarding sights – and disturbing insights – related to your fellow man.

In a cozy spot off Place Contrescape in Papa’s old neighborhood, I glanced over at the tabletop territory of a nearby scrivener when she alighted for the toilette. My wandering eye merely had the best intention of minding her possessions while she was gone, but after seeing the contents, I was shortly invading her privacy with my lens.

Magnificent multi-colored scribbling from edge-to-edge interrupted by odd drawings of interesting characters was mesmerizing...I would have loved to curl up and peruse the whole thing, but settled for a quick shot that captured the lovely madness.