She was scrutinizing the freshly baked baguettes sticking out of my bag just outside Cannibal Cafe. I was scrutinizing her incredible leather top. Hours later – after an injection of champagne and thus a smidgen of courage – I, by happenstance, crossed paths with this young lady and managed to stammer out in French (for the first time ever) that I was a photographer and that I would like to take her photo…