No sooner was the window fully assembled than we had our first guests/models. The fellow with the broken arm who took the chair when i offered it was very skeptical at first. His son was quite pleased to run around and play with anything/anyone. His wife stood just outside the stone circle the whole time. The man, it turns out, used to be a busker, so understood quite quickly the dynamic between the passer-by and someone staking a claim to public space and doing something a little unexpected with it. He appreciated that I was trying to avoid being insular about the whole thing, liked how the window device could act as both a way into the situation and barrier to allow people to separate themselves off if they so chose. We chatted for a good ten minutes, but then the family beckoned, they all moved along.