…at dinner time in central Paris. I see people all around – chatting, eating, drinking and, yes, I feel somewhat indiscrete, like a voyeur, yet living in the city of lights means living in perfect anonymity, so nobody really cares about being photographed, gazed at, or being of any interest to somebody else. I just stuck my nice little Canon camera out of the window and this is what it brought home, it’s a snapshot of a good life:
Funny… that table looks a bit like yours…
Guess that’s how decent Parisian tables look…