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Anyone know of René Robert? I know nothing of him but my partner asked if I knew of him, seems he was a famous for photographing Flamenco singers dancers and guitarist.
He passed away last month, sadly he fell to the ground and no passerby would assist him and he died of hypothermia there on the street where he fell...
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Very sad to hear that kind of thing happen, though unfortunately I'm not surprised that it can happen in a city like Paris.
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French press say he died of hypothermia, after having spent 9 hours laying outside on the ground. They say it was rue de Turbigo, which is never empty, and at the time he collapsed (around 9:30 pm) I have no doubt it was busy.
I have a vivid memory of something similar when I was a student there. Middle of the day, rue de Sevres, very crowded with people flowing towards the shops near the Bon Marché. At one point the flow of people on the sidewalk branched out on two sides, then closed again. They were avoiding a man laying face down on the ground, not moving. Nobody was stopping. Another stranger and I stopped, called the emergencies and did what they told us to on the phone until they arrived. Nobody else stopped. A few people even stepped on him.
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