Mark Rowden - Paris Uncovered

It's sort of obvious isn't it? Though obviously not to the gentleman in question. It's des jardin Tuileries, and as you can see from the short shadow under his seat, it was exactly midday. The sun above was so hot I was in the process of scurrying from one haven of rare shade to the next; seriously perspiring and dehydrating too. But here he was, brazen under the same sun, arms behind his head and feet crossed — quite the showman in his own modest way. I felt a bit guilty getting up close and trying to get the right angle, but I was of no interest to him. He was busy doing nothing. I was the one busy doing something. It was me that shot and ran.