It's been a full day, in more ways than one. My friends A and E and I had stumbled across a vintage hat shop the other night, walking home after dinner. I vowed to come back and draw some of the hats displayed there, and to juxtapose them with a feathered mask from Africa I'd sketched that morning at le Musee du Quai Branly.
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I then went to draw an elaborate art nouveau door I'd seen earlier at Square Rapp. Once inside the square, I was seduced by a fountain....what else?
Next I met the wonderful photographer and charming person Linda Matthieu of Frenchless in France. We had a nice lunch together and then we strolled for a couple of hours in the a 6th and 7th arrondissements. Then my overdoing got to me---my feet were still hurting from hours of walking at the chateau yesterday and today and then the foie gras and oysters I'd had for lunch ( I know, I know, it WAS a wee bit much, but I'd had no breakfast!) felled me. Absolutely felled me. But as I always say, far better to fall apart in Paris than to be intact anywhere else. I've actually never said that before, but it sounds like the kind of thing I would say, doesn't it?