I took this picture two years ago in the renowned bookstore Shakespeare and Company , in Paris.
Sometimes the bookstore would be filled with tourists, and it was suffocating… but other times – especially during winter – it would be empty and you could share stories with the people who spent their days and nights between the shelves. The man in the left played jazz… the young man in the right was classically trained. Every time that he made a mistake, the young man would turn around and look at me apologetically.
The man in the left would say, every time: don’t play for us, play for yourself.
Until he did.