I was traveling around France in early 1998 taking photographs of all the Football World Cup stadiums for Lonely Planet. I’d just arrived in Saint-Étienne and after I’d photographed the Stade Geoffroy-Guichard stadium I walked past an old atmosphere French cafe.. curious and needing a coffee I walked in. It was an overcast day with diffused light coming in and together with the cafe decor really felt like I’d stepped back in time to the 50′s. I guess they don’t have many visitors to this part of the city as people were taking notice of me with lots of bonjour’s, and the kind of friendliness not seen before or since anywhere in France. I’d been speaking to this guy for a while doing the best I could to understand his English and he tried hard to understand my poor non existent French. He said good bye and as he walked to the door he saw me raise my camera to my eye and at the door he waived.
Lost in a box for the last 14 years. Wondering what else is waiting to be found..