The man with the hat. After an unexpected concert at la Maroquinerie, a cold drizzling night shrouded the city. I headed back to the usual bar, where my friends were already. The concert was good. I rode through Paris to the other bank. I reached the bridges of l’Ile Saint Louis, attached my bike to a stop sign, and started walking. I wanted to take pictures of the misty lights around Notre-Dame. There was this man too, walking on the docks, a cigar in his hand, heading to the other island.
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Here is an other version with a different crop.