The footprint of a bench, Paris. Where do the men sit now? Where is George, who used to smile and say hello every day as I passed? They never asked for a penny, only offered a genuine smile and a “Bonjour mademoiselle!” Each night they returned to the shelter for 6pm dinner, and did not return until morning, somewhat sober and content with their camaraderie. Now there are only these shallow squares and the neighborhood black cat looking for a weak pigeon. Photo by Danielle Voirin. April 3, 2008