After spending a superb day in the Marais yesterday with my French guardian angel Florizelle, seeing lots of wondrous sights, I've spent today closer to home, meandering here and there in the quartier.
It's been gray and a bit chilly for a change---I've been incredibly lucky in having warm and mostly sunny weather all month! I popped into a cafe this morning across from the Ecole Militaire for a tartine (toasted baguette) and a cafe creme. Across from my table there was a news kiosk. Standing in front of it was a man who spent lots of time talking to the proprietor and .... standing. Lucky for me, because I had the chance to sketch him. The other thing he did was smoke. Every 5 minutes, he'd light another one. For all I know, he's 12 years old (he is petite!) and just looks 58. Cigarettes, you know, can do that to you.
Then I walked down av la Motte-Piquet to the river. There I stood against a concrete wall and drew the magnificently restored Grand Palais---in all its delicate drama against a cloudy sky.
In reality, this drawing is much bigger than the one above, but horizontal images always get miniaturized on Typepad, with its width restrictions. C'est la vie.