I took a picture of him from half a block away. He held some papers out toward me. I went closer and asked if I could take his picture up close. He nodded. When I was done he spoke French to me, telling me he did not speak English. When I spoke in my halting but accurate French he smiled and seemed proud of me. We shook hands and I told him I would see him around. A passerby stopped and said that I had just taken the picture of a legend.

Main Street in Los Angeles where when you you see a man sitting on a trumpet you go talk to him. He was on his way to play and had his music sheets in his lap. Nice man. Said he was passing through, but I hope to meet him again.