Gypsy Boys

They had such big smiles of astonishment on their faces when I came up behind them and grabbed their shoulders playfully to get past and into our seats.  They kept staring and smiling, so I thought I'd grab a photo of them.  (Unfortunately they were with at least one drunk father, and a family or two of the more stereotypical nomadic gypsy families that were first ushered into the unseated area between cars, then got into a shouting match with the train attendant, and finally forced off of the train about two stations after we left.  Poor kids...)