“A girl slouched by outside the glass, hooking my attention as surely as if she’d grabbed my lapels. With her bruised indigo eyes, pale flesh, crumpled jeans and bulky sweater, she might have been the younger sister of the singer Juliette Greco, Existentialism's poster girl, who, ravishing in bare feet, matador pants and a droopy black pullover, posed for a famous photograph 40 years ago on the cobbles of the square outside.
This girl’s long white fingers clamped the point of a folded pyramid of white paper, inside which, any Parisian could have told you, nestled two warm croissants au beurre. They’d have known with equal certainty, from her sullen look and uncombed hair, that she wore neither pants nor bra.
Single handedly she constituted an entire Parisian story...”