The other side

This is a photo taken from our apartment tonight, our last in Paris. Where ever you eat out in Paris and Italy. A man will come round trying to get the gentleman to buy a rose for the his companion. I admit I'm quite short with them.
But at the end of the night looking down on our lane a flower seller sat on a bollard. His head bowed and his hand still full of flowers. And I wondered what his life was like. To receive more rejections than acceptances and to go home (or to some bastard of a boss) with a handful of flowers and bugger all money. "Compared to those a stones throw away our lives are relatively easy"