Lovers in Bucharest

Bucharest, Romania, March 2020.

Lovers in Bucharest

I don’t know who they were nor where they were going with their flowers. I remember crossing the street to photograph them. I don’t speak Romanian, so I must have said something in French which they probably didn’t understand, but they smiled and offered themselves to the camera’s lens. Between the approaching photographer and the persons photographed, there is something of a mystery in the making, having to do with instinct, intelligence, confidence and intuition. They tell themselves that, to suddenly appear, I must have seen something interesting, something they don’t know but they trust me, as if saying : go on, take hold of it and show us ; unveil this treasure which we ignored we possess.