May 4, 2011

A dance.

Riding a bike, I caught him out of the corner of my eye and then applied the breaks to turn all the way around to watch with a big grin. Right next to Le Bon Marché. Dancing on the sidewalk. A nice steel gray suit and baby blue tie. Gyrating, pirouetting, gracefully cavorting. Arms, legs, torso, all parts.

Then I saw the cord wound around his legs. He was all tangled up in his dog's leash, hopping everywhere, giving the most delightful performance. He had accumulated a sizable audience too. You don't get to see that every day in Paris.

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