The taller man started to walk towards the Left bank, his new associate falling into step beside him, and as they walked it became obvious that he was quite happy to bask in the companionable silence.
However the tall one had a curious nature, and although he was not generally one for small talk he was intrigued. He thought he knew every creature that frequented the Place Jean-Paul ll, but he had never seen the like of this one before.
"So," he said, finally breaking the silence. "Do you have a name?"
"John." the smaller man smiled.
"Jean?" he repeated, giving it a French pronunciation.
"No, just plain, old fashioned Anglicised John." he wasn't offended. "And what about you?"
"Sherlock." He said after a long pause.
"Really?" John asked curiously. "I'd say it suits you, and it would, were it not for your hair being the wrong colour."
Sherlock stopped and looked down at his new friend.
"What do you mean?"
He looked so put out that John chuckled, covering his curved lips with his hand as if to hold the mirth back in.
"Well," he said, finally getting himself under control. "The second part of your name, 'lock' means hair….."
"Yes, yes, that's all very interesting but…."
"Yeah but you see, the beginning bit means 'Bright', so actually you're Brightlocks"
