You find out in life that there's nothing quite like sipping a hot espresso under a canopied table on a sidewalk, overlooking the Seine at a quaint cafe in Paris, France. The bit of rain that falls from the clouds, hugged between wisps of blue sky, does nothing but encourage a premature opening of umbrellas as you watch comfortable locals, unfamiliar tourists and well-read travelers create moving, living art. When the last drop is cleaned from your cup, you stand, slide past the German businessman rambling about stock exchanges auf Deutsch and turn to face the East. The sun is setting from behind you, reflecting light from every accessible piece of glass toward your face, toward your lens. The shutter closes and you release.