Street portraits, candids, have to be made fast. The moment comes, the moment passes.
We were strolling in the 19th Paris with another photographer, he showed me his "arrondissment". I took many pictures, all uploaded in an album. Buildings, walls, people. And then from afar, I see HIM, hesitating, waiting to cross. A baguette and a newspaper in one hand, a walking stick in the other.
I took more then one picture of him, here are his first steps, when he finally decided he can cross slow, without being crushed by a car passing.
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