In the end, he agreed to have his picture taken, but at first Serge was ignoring me.
Alright buddy, if that's how you want to play it, I'm game. "One coffee please!"
That's when Serge started fidgeting. Behind the bar he started mulling around, trying to avoid me. When he finally understood I wouldn't give up, he stopped. He looked up and said: "You're really dedicated aren't you?"
We stumbled and fell into a conversation about photography, a rabbithole with unexpected twists and turns: oh yes Paris is beautiful... but aren't you sick of strikes? And what's up with all this rain?... We're being total grouches but that's what makes us true Parisians; that's how your local Joe Shmoe ends up talking to the Monsieurs from the posh neighborhoods.