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I was on my second beer, while taking a break from walking around central Paris, when a gentleman took the table left vacant from the arguing German couple that sat there before him.

I could not be any happier at this moment in time, in that I was no longer in fear of being assaulted by an upset German couple for taking their picture in mid conversation.

Glitter Man, as I call him (after my two large pints of beer), sat down with his beer to watch the tourists get their portraits drawn in the square by the Sacre Coeur. It was a beautiful Paris afternoon, and the square was very crowded. Everyone was sitting outside (note the waiter in the reflection). Just us thirsty, tired bums on the inside.

My camera was under my scarf, with only the lens showing. My table was a bit higher, and off to the side, tucked in the corner. I got a focus on the ashtray once the German couple left the table, in hopes that someone else would sit there.

Looking at this image know, thinking back on my moments facing this man with his beer... that he must wait for guys like me to walk into the cafe with a camera, and he will walk in, and just park himself so he can be photographed by guys who try not to look like their taking a picture. So, in the end, I have a picture of a guy who's trying to not look like he's having his picture taken, buy a guy who's trying to not make it look like he's taking a picture.