When you come across a homeless person, usually in Paris, the instinct is just to kind of ignore them and hope that they don't bother you. So my first thought was, oh no, this is going to be really awkward, because he's going to start trying to talk to me. In fact, at one point, he waved at me. And then I was like, oh god, I hope he doesn't come over. And then, because I'll just be like, just sweeper. It's like my life, which is basically avoiding talking to people. How do you know? He was saying he saw him. This looks across the roof of that building. Yeah,