Jean-Paul had donned many disguises and always played his part well. As he snapped the linen table cloth with a practiced flick he focused his minds eye on his reaction when the target arrived. He saw a waiter, attentive but detached, faultless in his delivery. He saw his target and displayed no sign of his recognition. He reached into his breast pocket as if he were clasping his pen ...
Let's just say that you were so enthralled by the poetic motion that you camera trigger finger couldn't move ;-) lovely portrait and so ver Paris --- white linens outside!
I think I recognize the chairs. Peter and I had lunch there once. Is it across the street from the Chinese gallery near the museum Jacquemart André? And for the record, I can hear the snapping. :) V
Joe, you have such a way with the words and they put a smile on my face.
Maria, oh yes, and BA is a fabulous city! I am partial to the tango dancers with such fire in the eyes. The men and the beef are without rival... Let's not talk about first or second (wink)
Paul, thanks for bringing us back to reality - hah!
Virginia, it is just around the corner from Musée Jacquemart André!
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Poetry in motion, eh, Genie? Easy on the eyes, definitely ;-) -- Veronique (French Girl in Seattle)
The dude himself looks like a guest at the cafe...
Pour une table parfaite...
Belle journée,
Pierre
Yes, he certainly is easy on the eyes. I can enjoy this kind of poetry with or without the motion.
I'm sure he would be glad to know it!
Jean-Paul had donned many disguises and always played his part well. As he snapped the linen table cloth with a practiced flick he focused his minds eye on his reaction when the target arrived. He saw a waiter, attentive but detached, faultless in his delivery. He saw his target and displayed no sign of his recognition. He reached into his breast pocket as if he were clasping his pen ...
He seems to be a little "fatigué". Too much party last night?
he's poetry as still-life too.
You know what? I thin he's actually stealing the linens...
Let's just say that you were so enthralled by the poetic motion that you camera trigger finger couldn't move ;-) lovely portrait and so ver Paris --- white linens outside!
Very Parisienne, indeed. A level of sophistication unparalleled in the west side of the Atlantic.
Quelle domage.
Blessings and Bear hugs, Genie.
(P.S.: Chickens crossing the road: "poultry in motion.")
I think I recognize the chairs. Peter and I had lunch there once. Is it across the street from the Chinese gallery near the museum Jacquemart André? And for the record, I can hear the snapping. :)
V
Delightful capture even if you didn't capture him snapping the linens!
Vraiment, poetry in motion! I can imagine it.
Very lovely image!
Amicalement and greetings from the Périgord,
karin
Have you ever been to South America, Mme. Genie? Like Buenos Aires for example?
I just came back from that city where most Porteños made me want to be a "poetisa"
Either because of beef or genetics the Argentinian men are among the handsomest in the world.
The Frenchmen of course come second, no doubt about that!
I love your blog.
And a snappy dresser, too, in his form-fitting leather jacket.
Joe, you have such a way with the words and they put a smile on my face.
Maria, oh yes, and BA is a fabulous city! I am partial to the tango dancers with such fire in the eyes. The men and the beef are without rival... Let's not talk about first or second (wink)
Paul, thanks for bringing us back to reality - hah!
Virginia, it is just around the corner from Musée Jacquemart André!
Bises,
Genie
Still a nice shot with no snap.
Mmmm! nice Genie, and I'm not talking table linen!! So Paris!
He can snap my linens any time! :~}
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