Thief in training?

Jess and I are currently enjoying our first complete menu del dia - meal of the day - on the patio of a very classy little restaurant.  I put my purse in my lap as soon as we sat down (rather than in the chair next to me at our four-person table), but took my phone out to take photos of our meal. After the appetizers were served but before the main meal, beggar-girls came around with small carbboard signs, one with writing, the other just a wordless sign. One beggar girl seemed particularly interested in me, placed her sign over my phone, and tried to slip slowly away with it - which would have worked beautifully if (a) I weren't paranoid, and (b) if I had taken the usual route of avoiding charitable opportunities by purposefully avoiding eye contact with the persistent beggar and looking the other way until she left. I took back my phone just as slowly as she had taken it, glaring at her and shaking my head.
Has she learned her lesson? Of course not, but if I had called for the police, poor Jess would have had to deal with all the translating and such, and on our last night in Granada. Memories they would be, but not the ones I want. By the way, here are the pics I still have thanks to my phone still being in my hands.

Soda bread that could almost pass itself off as a yeast bread.

White wine and Coke Zero, served in such a way as to seem worth their $8 pricetag

Fried julienne potatoes and green olives (common tapas)

Glorified potato salad (Andalucian tapas)

Salmon with spinach and cheese

Grilled vegetable crostini topped with goat cheese

Cod in (what I am sure came from a 33 cent box of) tomato sauce with a pepper grilled in olive oil

Gazpacho, cold and seasoned more densely than seems possible in such a homogeneous-looking soup

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