I overhear her chatting with her girlfriends as they stroll by: ”No way! Did he actually do that ?” A few feet further down the road and into the conversation, it turns into "Forget him girl!”... and ends with a laugh. Even though she’s walking behind me and I can’t see her face, I know I want her portrait. I dig out my camera, turn around, look up - BINGO. She’s beautiful. As we set off in opposite directions, I can hear her laughter echoing in the streets of Paris.