June, in the Marais, a bus crossed my path.
Although I was first taken with the uniforms and clicked,
I later wondered about the troubled look on the left
and the wiping of a tear on the right.
Often a photo asks more questions than it answers
Part of what captured my attention is the resemblance to my dad
(living and thriving with my mom still today)
A bus in the Marais
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