"Would you please take my picture?"
She asked, as I smiled at her and her mother in a narrow alley in the posh part of the city center. I had noticed the girl, because she danced, giggled, and was happiness in person - she and her mother apparently having a grand day in town. The chocolate and ice cream stains on her dress and in her face seemed to confirm my assumption.
I was taken totally by surprise by the girl's request - but answered her:
"Sure. I'd love to!"
I looked to her mother, and she gave me a go-ahead with a smile and a nod. So I knelt down and took a couple of photos so as not 'to overstay the invitation'.
"Thanks," she said, and continued:
"My name is Dagmar. What's your name?"
"I'm Steen", I answered.
"Great, just like my uncle," she replied.
"By the way, Steen, you can send the photo to my father, right?" she continued.
Her mother considered that a bad idea - and I told Dagmar, that I didn't know how to send it to him - but that I could show her the picture in the camera monitor. And Dagmar settled for that ...