Seems to be ever present on Paris streets...
A front shot of feet! Is this woman about to yell at me?
I ran away vite, vite, vite!
I was with French Girl, my Paris fashion consultant on the Metro and she noted this Parisien was well dressed. When she saw me grab this shot as the door closed, she said,"I don't know you!"
Anne says I should just stake out one spot and shoot - no chasing down the street after "backs" or whatever...
I think I'll stick to what's inside. Even when the vendeuse puts her hand in front of my camera and says, "NO PHOTOGRAPHS!" the tartes don't mind a bit and are happy to pose patiently for me. For more Paris stalkings:
BONJOUR PARIS!