Generosity

I had always forbidden myself from photographing the human misery of Paris's many homeless.

Confinement changed my outlook.

Passers-by had all but disappeared, and when I walked around my neighborhood, I only noticed them, and there were a lot of them.

It just so happened that at my crossroads, a few homeless people came regularly.

I took an interest in them, chatted with them, and observed from my balcony scenes of generosity ... very varied.

Scenes of anonymous donations made while the homeless man was asleep

Others prepared in advance, with dialogue research and photos

From time to time, the Red Cross or other institutions intervened.

One evening at two in the morning, I heard a poignant cry: "Please, help!" and saw a neighbor throw a small package (probably money) into the air.

And then I was able to observe this lady's gift for strict adherence to social distancing.

One afternoon I spotted a homeless man lying on the sidewalk, just in front of a crosswalk, under the indifferent gaze of passers-by.

Suddenly, another homeless man comes to his aid.

and move it to a more appropriate location.