You, a tourist from England made a trip all the way over to Paris and alone. You had your breakfast at the hotel you were staying and decided to have lunch with a view of the Eiffel tower.

You found a nice spot which had good reviews and you took the taxi there.

As you walked through the busy streets of Paris, you saw the name of the cafe where you had a reservation and then, you almost stepped into a puddle of water before a young man smoking stopped you.

“Watch out, Monsieur. There’s water.”

Marceau had a soft and gentle voice, and a very strong French accent. He seemed to be on break of working at the cafe where he was going to have lunch.