Also seen, and badly suffered over, was this painting:
I fall badly for paintings. Especially paintings with bold 1960s blues. Especially if they are of that Don Quixote sort of thing. I simply died for this piece, and half of it was about the use of yellow. SO BOLD.
The frame was heavy; the piece was magnificent, and large. Maybe three feet tall. I would have bought it in a second, if it was remotely sensible. As it is, I suffer over it. And probably will forever.
Tomorrow, assuming it is not raining and also assuming Danielle feels well again (she started feeling poorly this evening, which is REALLY not fair, because she and Matt just got engaged last night, on their balcony, in freaking Paris, and that is very romantic and no one should feel ill the next day) we will return to the huge flea market, the Marches aux Puces, and perhaps once again see Laurent (above) who had another beautiful painting I adored, a little piece showing La Madeleine and her flower market, in winter.
Tonight, after a lovely day of shopping Vanves, having lunch, and touring Montmartre, I bought macarons and met my friend Paul up at the Sacre Coeur and we had dinner with Doriot.
And a lovely day was had by all.
Feel better, Danielle!