THE PHOTOGRAPHER approached the trio on his bike, a bundle of gear balanced on his front fender and a wide-brimmed hat covering his head. A discussion ensued. Hubert, the first of the three to speak, took the man for a fellow enthusiast of far-left politics. Peter suspected a questionable sales pitch. Adolphe, at the head of the cluster, offered apologies for his companions’ brusqueness. No worries, the photographer countered; he was there, in fact, to propose a group photo a slice-of-life shot that, he insisted, would be “for science’s sake only, and for the archives: a personal record of the