Sitting on a bench on "the Pont des Arts", Arnaud is concentrating.
Despite a steady stream of tourists and passers-by, he seems impossible to distract.
With sketch paper on his lap and a pencil in hand, he stares out, captivated, towards the "île de la cité" in front of him.
The drawing is starting to take shape. "Drawing is just a hobby to me."
Arnaud is a cook in everyday life; he hesitates before finally revealing his hope: "to find balance.
It's important, I guess"