St Tropez, and an air of insouciance

I am not sure who saw her first, the young St Tropezienne perched on a wall on one side of the Place Des Lices. Bill Taylor had rather better photographic equipment and was on the prowl, artistically speaking, so quite probably he did.

So I retreated to point my own modest camera in the direction of the square, which was splodgy after a violent downpour and therefore quite empty (see below). Bill, whose ability to capture the moment is well displayed at his own site, had eyes on the girl.

Even better, as he wondered how to get the shot and whether to ask permission first (he usually does), a scooter pulled up. It was ridden by another girl. The pair embraced Frenchly and prepared to ride off together. The first girl pulled on her crash helmet, climbed into place behind her friend/sister/cousin, and they rode off together.

Bill had his picture. He didn't, as such, have permission. But he didn't need it. Then, if not already, the girls were aware of him as he had been of them. And both smiled or waved as they went past, leaving Bill with this memorable reminder of what he called the air of insouciance their friendly response added to the occasion.