Taking a break from his usual performances, Clopin was relaxing on a stone wall overlooking the street where he could watch the people go by. He was familiar with most of the faces that belonged to the Parisian residents, having considerable knowledge of the city and its inhabitants. Because of this, he could recognize from afar that the woman he spotted was not one of these folks. She was, in fact, a stranger of sorts. Perhaps, a traveler or a tourist. He watched for a moment, a small frown appearing on his features while he stroked his beard in thought. When she grew near, he called out to her from his perch with a smile and a wave. “Excuse moi.” He addressed her from above. “Pardon, but you seem lost. Is there any way I can be of assistance?” He offered, guessing she was not familiar with the terrain. This was understandable since the city could be a maze to navigate at times.