At Sacre Coeur, there are a million people running around with drawing paper who want to do your portrait. I approached a woman instead of her begging me, and I thought she'd be thrilled. She was like "ok, whatever" and I stood there while she drew this. I am quite certain this is not me. I've never made that face in my life.
This face down here? Sure. But that one up there? Totally someone living in her head.
Funny story. :)
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