This shot was taken with the permission and bewilderment ("Me? You want to photograph me? Not your pretty friend?") of the man in the picture. He was selling souvenirs - postcards and old books - at one of the Seine's banks, and had come to Paris from Morocco. All I could think of around his stall was his eyes, blue and warm and oh so human: all that was ever needed was to bring out the colors in the image, and that was it.