how to rest in peace...

Downtown Los Angeles, CA
Everyday on my way to work I walk past this guy, he sits in the same chair, day in, day out, 7 days a week from 10am-6pm...he is always wearing a hat, suit and tie. Today I spoke to him, he's French and I had a hard time understanding his broken english. We communicated through hand signals. He knew I didn't understand French but kept speaking it anyway. I just nodded and smiled. In exchange for his photo he showed me inside his store. It was sad...old suits sat covered in dust looking like they'd been there since 1972, out dated styles, polyester and brown, three shop ladies stood inside, no customers, just shop ladies, stuffy clothes and a reminder of a time long past.
I took his photo, he kissed my cheek and we parted ways.