June, in the Marais, a bus crossed my path. 
Although I was first taken with the uniforms and clicked,
I later wondered about the troubled look on the left
and the wiping of a tear on the right.

Often a photo asks more questions than it answers

Added note:
Part of what captured my attention is the resemblance to my dad
(living and thriving with my mom still today)

A bus in the Marais
75003, Paris

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