The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road - Spotlights - CIP

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
© Diane Grimonet

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Travelogue
© Diane Grimonet
03/10/2017 4642
03/10/2017
Travelogue
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 - Olivier, a musician.
Going along the ring-road, I fell into rose bushes when clambering over a railing to reach a camp. As I got up, I saw a silhouette, and decided to go over to see the woman. But it was a man. Strange! He was playing the trumpet above the ring-road. Olivier practices there because it's free, no need to pay for a rehearsal room, and he can play away without worrying about disturbing the neighbors.
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 - Olivier, a musician.
Going along the ring-road, I fell into rose bushes when clambering over a railing to reach a camp. As I got up, I saw a silhouette, and decided to go over to see the woman. But it was a man. Strange! He was playing the trumpet above the ring-road. Olivier practices there because it's free, no need to pay for a rehearsal room, and he can play away without worrying about disturbing the neighbors.
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet
10/07/2014 4587
10/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet
15/07/2014 4588
15/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet
16/09/2014 4589
16/09/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet
18/09/2014 4590
18/09/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet
16/09/2014 4591
16/09/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris , 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile.
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too. He has a regular daily routine, like anyone with a job, getting up in the morning, having a coffee, washing (in cold water), then going off to beg.
"Look, Diane! You're almost on vacation here. Do you want a coffee?"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile & Gustave
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too.
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
14/07/2014 4592
14/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile & Gustave
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too.
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile & Gustave
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too.
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
14/07/2014 4593
14/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Emile & Gustave
Emile (61), originally from Belgium, has been homeless since 2002. He started work at the age of 14, as a postman, and at 16 became a builder's laborer. He got married at the age of 18. Emile does not receive any income support; he survives by begging. He paid for his own four-person tent which cost 90 euros.
"The NGO Médecins du Monde doesn't give out tents any more. Goodness knows why!"
Emile begs outside a Franprix supermarket; he can recharge his mobile phone there too.
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
17/07/2014 4594
17/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
17/07/2014 4595
17/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
17/07/2014 4596
17/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

4597
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
20/01/2015 4597
20/01/2015
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

4598
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
14/07/2014 4598
14/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

4599
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
14/07/2014 4599
14/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

4600
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
14/07/2014 4600
14/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

4601
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
14/07/2014 4601
14/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

4602
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
14/07/2014 4602
14/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

4603
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet
14/07/2014 4603
14/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - Paris - 2014-2015 - Porte des Ternes, Gustave
Gustave (born in Dunkirk on December 6, 1940) is 74. His mother was Belgian and his father French. His grandfather and father worked in a brickworks. He has retired, but does not beg.
"Sometimes people stop and give me some money, or something to eat."
He gets lunch from an NGO. He lives with Emile and Jean-Michel. Emile helps him get by with his income from begging.
"I was 60 when I walked from Paris to Bordeaux to go grape-picking. I'm not lazy."
He does the housework and looks after his appearance, wearing a worn but timeless blue suit. He reminds me of a Fellini character. He is stooped and suffers from arthritis. His dream is to have a bigger tent so as to stand up straight, as he gets a sore back in his cramped one-person tent. Emile put a large seashell from Dunkirk outside his tent.
"Look, Diane, you can hear the sea, the sea where I come from!"
© Diane Grimonet

4604
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4604
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet

4605
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet
20/10/2014 4605
20/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet

4606
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet
20/10/2014 4606
20/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet

4607
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet
20/10/2014 4607
20/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet

4608
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4608
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet

4609
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet
20/10/2014 4609
20/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2014-2015 - Porte de Champerret, Vladimir
Vladimir (50) is undocumented and begs. He suffers from hepatitis C and urgently needs medical care, but has no health cover. He showed me a document from the NGO France Terre d’asile stating that he is a political refugee and is entitled to temporary benefits, but he does not speak or understand French well enough to claim his entitlements.
© Diane Grimonet

4610
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4610
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet

4611
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4611
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet

4612
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4612
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet

4613
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4613
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Djamela
Sunrise: coffee, 5 cigarettes, and an addled mind. I went along the track by the horrendous ring-road that goes around Paris. I felt I was high up, and the cars down there looked so small. There was no light; it was a bit scary; I was afraid of falling. I sat down and waited. Turning around I saw a woman in the distance. Something was moving. Something was happening. I finally got up and went over to her. She was preparing some food.
“Hi!”
She turned around.
“Do you live on the ring-road?”
“No, I just cook here. I found some tomatoes.”
Silence.
Djamela does her cooking by the ring-road. She gets an old paint can, puts a metal rack on it and heats up her food. I tried to work out where she was living, but she wouldn’t answer. Djamela was hungry so I said I’d take her out to eat. Between the dark rings under my eyes, and her almost bare feet, we were pretty conspicuous. I could feel people looking at us. It was a strange and unpleasant feeling.
© Diane Grimonet

4614
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4614
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4615
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4615
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4616
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4616
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4617
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
24/11/2014 4617
24/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4618
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4618
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4619
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4619
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4620
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4620
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4621
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4621
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4622
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4623
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4624
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4624
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet

4625
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Saint Cloud, Mia
Mia (21) did not want to explain how she had ended up here. She was training for a sales job, and had been living here for a year.
“At the local social work center, they wouldn’t give me a room because I didn’t have a child. I’m not going to have a child just so that I can get housing, surely!”
It was April 1, 2015 – a bad April Fool’s joke! And so young! Living in the street at the age of 21. What happened? She says she had a tough life. How about her mother?
“My mother doesn’t give a damn.”
She says she chose to live this way.
© Diane Grimonet
08/04/2015 4625
08/04/2015
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Saint Cloud, Mia
Mia (21) did not want to explain how she had ended up here. She was training for a sales job, and had been living here for a year.
“At the local social work center, they wouldn’t give me a room because I didn’t have a child. I’m not going to have a child just so that I can get housing, surely!”
It was April 1, 2015 – a bad April Fool’s joke! And so young! Living in the street at the age of 21. What happened? She says she had a tough life. How about her mother?
“My mother doesn’t give a damn.”
She says she chose to live this way.
© Diane Grimonet

4626
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - 2015 - Porte de Briançon - Moldavie
I met Moldavie there, but getting to her place was like walking a tight rope, made out of cement. There’s a lamp-post blocking the full width of the ledge. You had to get by without stumbling, and with cars surging past, it was scary. I found a little shack where Moldavie, who is from Romania, is 23 and five months pregnant, had been living for a year. She wouldn’t say anything, didn’t want any photos. I didn’t insist.
© Diane Grimonet
04/06/2015 4626
04/06/2015
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - 2015 - Porte de Briançon - Moldavie
I met Moldavie there, but getting to her place was like walking a tight rope, made out of cement. There’s a lamp-post blocking the full width of the ledge. You had to get by without stumbling, and with cars surging past, it was scary. I found a little shack where Moldavie, who is from Romania, is 23 and five months pregnant, had been living for a year. She wouldn’t say anything, didn’t want any photos. I didn’t insist.
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - 2015 - Porte de Briançon - Moldavie
I met Moldavie there, but getting to her place was like walking a tight rope, made out of cement. There’s a lamp-post blocking the full width of the ledge. You had to get by without stumbling, and with cars surging past, it was scary. I found a little shack where Moldavie, who is from Romania, is 23 and five months pregnant, had been living for a year. She wouldn’t say anything, didn’t want any photos. I didn’t insist.
© Diane Grimonet
04/06/2015 4627
04/06/2015
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France - 2015 - Porte de Briançon - Moldavie
I met Moldavie there, but getting to her place was like walking a tight rope, made out of cement. There’s a lamp-post blocking the full width of the ledge. You had to get by without stumbling, and with cars surging past, it was scary. I found a little shack where Moldavie, who is from Romania, is 23 and five months pregnant, had been living for a year. She wouldn’t say anything, didn’t want any photos. I didn’t insist.
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris 2015 - Porte d’Orléans , Joseph
Joseph (50) has a tent next to the roadway. He doesn’t speak French. He is British. He hit hard times inside the European Union, and cannot be thrown out of the country. He does not have the money to go home, and in any case, there’s no one there waiting for him.
© Diane Grimonet
13/04/2015 4628
13/04/2015
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris 2015 - Porte d’Orléans , Joseph
Joseph (50) has a tent next to the roadway. He doesn’t speak French. He is British. He hit hard times inside the European Union, and cannot be thrown out of the country. He does not have the money to go home, and in any case, there’s no one there waiting for him.
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris 2015 - Porte d’Orléans , Joseph
Joseph (50) has a tent next to the roadway. He doesn’t speak French. He is British. He hit hard times inside the European Union, and cannot be thrown out of the country. He does not have the money to go home, and in any case, there’s no one there waiting for him.
© Diane Grimonet
13/04/2015 4629
13/04/2015
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris 2015 - Porte d’Orléans , Joseph
Joseph (50) has a tent next to the roadway. He doesn’t speak French. He is British. He hit hard times inside the European Union, and cannot be thrown out of the country. He does not have the money to go home, and in any case, there’s no one there waiting for him.
© Diane Grimonet

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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France-2014 Porte de Vincennes
Storage facility.
© Diane Grimonet
01/08/2014 4630
01/08/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France-2014 Porte de Vincennes
Storage facility.
© Diane Grimonet

4631
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France -2014 - Porte de Bagnolet, Kakir
I met Kakir near the Porte de Bagnolet, while going along the ring-road on the way to a camp. It looked like a rough area. I realized how dangerous it was. If anyone was attacked, there would be no way out.
© Diane Grimonet
30/07/2014 4631
30/07/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France -2014 - Porte de Bagnolet, Kakir
I met Kakir near the Porte de Bagnolet, while going along the ring-road on the way to a camp. It looked like a rough area. I realized how dangerous it was. If anyone was attacked, there would be no way out.
© Diane Grimonet

4632
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France -2014 - Porte de Bagnolet, Kakir
I met Kakir near the Porte de Bagnolet, while going along the ring-road on the way to a camp. It looked like a rough area. I realized how dangerous it was. If anyone was attacked, there would be no way out.
© Diane Grimonet
29/04/2015 4632
29/04/2015
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France -2014 - Porte de Bagnolet, Kakir
I met Kakir near the Porte de Bagnolet, while going along the ring-road on the way to a camp. It looked like a rough area. I realized how dangerous it was. If anyone was attacked, there would be no way out.
© Diane Grimonet