It was Alice's hairstyle that caught my eye.
Not time to nitpick, I ask her what her secret is without even thinking about taking a neat pic.
"You know, everyone thinks I'm Russian but I swear, not one tiny bit! I'm a pure Parisian from Montmarte!
- Is that so? Because little do you know, I take pictures of Parisians."
Alice is game to get in my frame.
"I've earned these 77 years and whitout one bit of botox, thank you!"
I have a hunch its her love of Paris that's been her fuel for life: "I used to work at the Théâtre du Chatelêt. I would walk there every day. Paris is my place."
Alice truly is a wonder.
She gives me a hand shake before leaving- I'm shook. I make a mental note of where we met in the hopes of tumbling down this rabbit hole with Alice right behind.
