The women took a photograph of the sign (as, clearly, did I) before reaching in their jacket pockets to remove a small translation dictionary. As they pieced together a meaning in four languages, their shoulders sagged, one of the women gasped, her body caving inwards as the camera dangled heavily from its wrist strap as though it was a dislocated bone. They clung to the umbrella handle as if it was suspended from the sky and could support their weight.