This is Gabi; he has been a shepherd his entire life. In Grambois, we called him the lawnmower because he would bring his sheep over to cut, i.e. eat, the grass.
I love this intersection at St. Germain and rue Bonaparte with the city’s best known cafes in the background. Late one night, this woman rode by. She was fast, but my shutter was slow, producing the motion blur.
Yes, helmets are required these days, even in the West Village.