I'm a fountain-seeking creature. About that there can be no doubt. In Paris last week, I finished a sketch I'd begun earlier in the month (when Casey and I sketched together), a sketch of the Médici fountain, a subject I'd tackled last October. Check Casey's blog for her version of this.
In the Luxembourg gardens, there's an overwrought sculpture commemorating Delacroix. Delacroix was a great painter, to be sure. In my sketch of the Delacroix fountain, though, I've omitted the overdone bits.
After a morning at the garden, I went to one of my favorite bistros on rue Mabillon, and with my husband, had a lovely Périgordian salad at one of the sidewalk tables. I was clearly not ready to say goodbye to the cuisine of the Dordogne valley. Afterwards, I sketched the luncheon remains. Speaking of the Périgord, here's one last sketch from that region--a roof line that caught my eye on a sunny September day.