This happened to us was a little weird.
Paris, July 25, 9 noche.Tras our journey, we arrived at the apartment, left our luggage and as we have absolutely nothing to throw the body, we got to dinner at a restaurant. The Montmartre area is infested with Italian, Indian, etc. We chose an Italian (well, by the way). Once ordered dinner, I do not remember if they even taste are on the maitre d 'and ask us if there is any problem in that while we dined an artist do a portrait. The man sees me poker face (this is usually a "sacaperras") and is quick to tell me that is completely free. Under these conditions as favorable, we pay to it, and as is the artist begins to make a portrait of Simon, then at me. For when he wanted to do it to Estre, we had finished dinner and fatigue drove us out of the bar, address our gathering space. It was at least strange. Although we agreed that we simply lent to being photographed, at no cost, it seemed so strange, while the artist looked so nice, I offered him some money or invite you to something in the restaurant but did not agree ... strange ... what brings you to this altruism? "Just looking for models to portray? Am I really as handsome as to be portrayed;)?.
As shown, a button. Of course, I do not identify with my picture, but this I think is normal, but not identified to Simon, whose version in charcoal seems to have something of strabismus.
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