Paris feels so relaxed. I still claim August as my favorite month.
Everyone (who’s still in the city) is out and about, finally enjoying the rare run of sun…including this guy:
I can’t tell you his story, only that he was good-natured in letting me take his photo.
In the brief moment of exchange I couldn’t tell whether he was homeless or just a character. Two little kids took him to be a character with that long gray beard and interesting attire and started talking to him. He jovially played the part for them.
In any case, it was almost too much to take in before he rode off again. (Is that an IV drip bag?)
And the sign in back reading poesie (poetry)? Definitely intriguing.