Paris, Sunday afternoon ....1970. Taken with an old film camera and processed from a scratchy negative. Strolling in one of the many parks in Paris, I noticed the old man sitting on the park bench. Not just sitting but lingering for a purpose. Was he waiting for someone? Was he just resting after a brisk walk? Was the poodle his? I feel sure that the poodle was his for there is a connection between the visitor and the dog...both looking to the other for direction. After the picture was taken, he walked out of site and I took his place. From his vantage point, I could see the winding trail into the heart of the city park beckoning me in, just as it had the visitor. I accepted the invitation and spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon in Paris.