When I posted this picture of the Sacré-Cœur, “Robin asked” about the story behind the picture.
I’ll see if I can oblige, but first you must take a few steps back, mind the traffic and join me on the other side of the road.
Now, from a safe distance we can watch … see the “gentlemen” behind the railings ? Not the one in the suit without his tie, the ones with the hats and jackets on, if you look closely you’ll see they have little lengths of embroidery thread in their hands, with a loop already made in one end. As an unsuspecting tourist approaches, lets say the young couple slightly to the right, the “gentlemen” hover in their way and slip the loop over one of their fingers, pulling the loop tight enough to make it difficult to remove and saying they will make a souvenir bracelet.
Having spotted what they were doing I stuffed my hands into my pockets but Hubby got hooked. It took a little while for him to untangle himself and I needed to pull him away from the aggressive traders as the argument started to heat up. Now I’m all for a good hustle, sometimes they’re even worth the money you’ve been conned out of for their entertainment value, but this was intimidating, a rather uncomfortable few moments in which I decided to just take a photo and leave.
I felt another uncomfortable few moments just now while looking at the second picture … why was the gentleman in the dinner jacket with no tie watching me taking my photo ? Is he perhaps in charge of the other “gentlemen” ? Perhaps taking a cut in their hustled profits as rent for allowing them to work on his patch, maybe he thinks I’m taking photographic evidence to report him ? Oh no !
But not to fear, on closer inspection of the original, bigger picture, he’s not looking straight at me at all, he’s looking down at his friend who is trying to take a photo from just in front of him and below to capture the Sacré-Cœur in the background … never a good position for a picture though, I always find the subject comes out with at least a double chin, if not a treble.
More from before: “Paris” … and not just in the springtime.