Walking with Vanja in SoHo we suddenly noticed massive commotion up the street. We had to stop and stare as a mob of photographers and people followed a single individual.
"Who is that?" Vanja asked me.
"Honey, it's Harrison Ford. You know Han Solo, Indiana Jones."
"Why are so many following him?"
"They want to take his picture, he's so famous."
"Isn't one pic enough?"
"Doesn't seem like it."
He was so hunted, it seemed awful. The scene made you think it was so awful to be famous on that level. To be hounded by photographers. To never be left alone. Sadly it also made you think the following thought: Where's my own camera when I need it??!?!?!?!?
