One the same day as the encounter with Mr. Chen (see previous post), earlier, much earlier, at breakfast time, around 7am, I was strolling in the Beijing road area. From far, a crossroad was busiers that the quite ans still sleepy alleys I just passed by. Some cops were chatting with food stands owner, elders having a bowl of noodles after their morning exercises in the park.
While I was observing and looking for my next photographs, I noticed one lady wearing black and elegant clothes and glasses. She had finished her noodles and she was quietly observing the people around. I loved that feeling, forgetting about the surroundings, she could be in Deauville looking at the ocean.