I'm not even sure he's French...
I mean, French-Canadian. Which he strikes me as being for some reason that encompasses my prejudices on Tree-Planters and younger French-Canadian (Quebecois) in general.
My height, maybe an inch or two shorter, long hair, bad facial hair that oscillates between a full beard with chops and a moustache/goatee, typical Quebecois clothing...and spotted, every morning, at the thrift shop, shopping; for what? Despite looking entirely homeless he fills his basket every morning and it disappears by the time I find him on the street an hour later. He's bought a bunch of recorders, and is trying to busk/learn to play the recorder...he can already play the guitar (he has one with him), but he'd prefer to learn the recorder. I've heard him on the guitar, he's not bad...
And so he'll lie here in the sunlight for a few hours, guitar case open for donations but never playing, and then, in the evening, he switches over to a Tai-Chi regimen beside the patio of a local Baker St. Pub. Tai Chi because it looks like a Martial Art or something, I'm not sure what, but he's fucking shite at it regardless...
Or just dancing down the street, headphones on, maybe heading to the Soup Kitchen or the Library, completely oblivious but clearly living his best life...
And I really like the guy, despite never speaking to him, wonder where he lives (if ??), he's always in good humour, smile on his face, not much to say, just doing his own thing, the comical French-Canadian, and - his own thing, well, it's Tai Chi beside the Pub Patio, or maybe it's MMA, only he would know, but he's pleasant and is character is so much attuned to the community...
Anyways, him beside so many of the other arriving despondents and homeless, him any day of the week...