After popping by the new apartment to see how the renovations are coming along, I walk quietly down the rue Saint-Lazare towards the metro station. A man makes his way towards me and when his mouth starts to move I take out my earphones assuming he needs directions. "Bonjour mademoiselle, vous avez perdu....."* I look behind me, thinking I've dropped something. When I turn back around he looks me in the eyes and says "votre sourire."** I wave my hand towards him as if to brush him away, and then continue on my way.
Just another day in France, another Frenchman workin' his charm.