9:33 p.m., Baudricourt street, Paris 13th. I’m fried, I’ve been working non-stop since the morning. At 9  p.m I haven’t dance yet. I got out without knowing where to go. I park in chinatown. I set my camera and i go. What remains of that dance is the smile uncertain at first, then rejoiced of the taxi driver passing by, and that throws a « Huge ! » before making his way into the night.