This is my favorite photo during my trip to Marseille. I don’t know the man in the photograph; I didn’t speak to him or get his name. I just felt like it had a story to tell. The buildings are aged and covered in the marks of time and experience. The white-haired man slowly worked his way up the stone street toward the unknown… at least for me.
Maybe he is heading home after a morning walk to the market. Buying something wasn’t his goal; he just strolled through the vendors and chatted with friends along the way. Maybe he’s walking to meet a companion and enjoy the beautiful morning in a park or to the city center to catch a glimpse of the entertainment before the bull fight. Maybe he is returning home after an evening with a lover. Age knows no limits when you’re a romantic Frenchman. The people of France seem to age so gracefully; he could have been doing anything. What’s your guess?