"Excuse me sir, I...
- Yes I know. You want to take a photo."
Of course he knows. He must be used to people asking to take a picture of him.
What he does not know though is that he's just met Little Miss Chatterbox.
I try to find out more about my mysterious man:
"My name is Stephanie. What's yours?"
He goes "Do you know the Saint-Germain church?"
"Yes, of course!" Do you go there often?"
He frowns : "That's not an answer that suits me, do you know the Saint Germain church?"
This ice sure is hard to break. I try everything : I laugh, bat my eyelashes... He gives me nothing. The only thing he wants to talk about is this church.
Alright mystery man you win. But before I let him run away, he slips a smile: "If one day you come to confession, you'll find me there."