Paris Again

My brother and I were once again discussing his trip to Paris. He said that after our last conversation he remembered something. When he was walking the streets of Paris he noticed a man in his early to mid-thirties, handsome, fit, and wearing a gorgeous three-piece suit. In one hand he held his daughter's hand, who Wayne said was the absolute cutest little girl he'd ever seen; the other held an enormous bouquet of bright red balloons. "It was like the cover of Bazaar magazine," he said.