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Sunday, January 2, 2011
On my painting trip to the Cote d' Azur, we were served an amazing "American" breakfast every morning at our hotel in Monaco. We kept the poor waiter running, mostly for refills of coffee. Our American appetite for coffee seemed excessive to the servers, who couldn't make it fast enough for our large motley group of artists.
When I first saw this man sitting on a city bench waiting for a bus, he looked like he was deep in thought. I took a series of photos of him as he went from looking very deep in serious thought to breaking out into laughter. It was a wonderful transition.