It had just finished raining in the Luxembourg Gardens and the sun started to peak through the clouds when I came across this loaf of bread perched all alone on a park bench. Someone left the bread out in the rain. The saddest part was not that the bread would eventually get soggy and go to waste. I could deal with that. Instead, it just looked lonely.
Who would leave a loaf of French bread all alone in a park during a rainstorm? A sub-par eclair or a stale croissant I could deal with, but bread? What would Donna Summer think?