We were living at 169 Faubourg St. Antoine, Paris in the 11th arrondissement. Our younger daughter was attending a French public school that was a short walk down the Rue Forge Royal. Everyday I would walk her to school. At the end of the day I would go to meet her and while waiting for her release from school, I would see women dressed in all sorts of native costumes. One woman, in particular, stood out for her beauty and grace. She was probably from Senegal. She had a young baby strapped to her back wrapped in cloth. I approached the woman and asked her if I could take her picture. I wanted to paint her. She shook her head and I never saw her again. I realized that she was probably an illegal immigrant and I must have frightened her. We don’t always realize the consequences of our actions. I’m sorry for for the trouble I must have caused her. Her likeness in this painting is from memory. This is a 18″x 24″ oil on canvas.