The elderly roller zigzagged with his impassible look, which made him a little similar to Popeye, in the middle of the furious traffic of Place de La République.
He pushed a bizarre cart with advertising for a real estate agent.
He wore a T-shirt with the logo of an association for protecting the rights of people with a reduced mobility (which must have a very hard life in Paris indeed!).
He turned around the central Statue and came back again, and then he crossed bravely the flux of cars to reappear suddenly from the other direction.
I was fascinated by his determined choreography.
Nobody else seemed to notice him.