Crossing the line

I finally did a panorama sketch on a full two pages of my Moleskine, crossing the centre line that had been a solid boundary for the previous 80 or so pages.  I was trying - with limited success - to follow the wide-view style of Sigrid, our fearless leader who was absent (with leave) from the meet-up at Lonsdale Quay today.  A couple sketchers there did remarkably detailed closeups of the city across the water, telephoto complements to my fish-eye view.  An older lady watching me draw told me that one of the cruise ships across the way carries 2,500 passengers, and "That's disgusting.  How could you ever get to know anyone?"  There was also a 4-year-old boy who was concerned that I would fall into the fountain I was sitting on.  His warnings were vigorous, but somewhat ineffective, as he was speaking Dutch - I had to wait for his mother to come over and translate.  But I am glad that I and my nearly-complete sketchbook did stay out of the water.