A portrait for a smile and a few words (Beijing). This man was playing violin (a Chinese violin, with two strings) in the garden of the temple of heaven. His public, the passers-by, and some friends. His melodies were mysterious and slow. I remember that i stayed a moment listening to him. This picture was hard to develop, especially to render the different nuances of the materials, the floor, the wood of the post and the wall in the shadow.