A quiet, small village in the south of France. She had the command of the middle of the street and the attention of others as she passed. I don't know her name, I'm not even sure I caught her eye but she caught mine. I happened past the street, glancing down, it was the first afternoon after arriving in the south of France. I glanced to the right crossing an intersection and there she was, quietly walking my way. I noticed men's heads would turn as she walked past. I suspect she knew this, it wasn't new to her.