Paris: My First Visit
Taken by a young Parisienne, passing by.
I caught her eye, offering my camera and she duly obliged.
Lovely. I was about to, to…
when her boy friend appeared from nowhere.
She frowned – I swear she frowned –
shrugged… turned away…
I followed her with my eyes as she walked beside him –
noting poise, balance, curvature…
Then turned again to my wine.
Somehow, of a sudden, Chardonnay seemed
a safer bet…