I was in Paris for really only two days, since the first day was given over to airport delays. On a short break from attending to my daughter, I looked and looked for a place to stand and sketch. On the steps of the deliciously frou Palais Garnier, I found it. Until the cold started traveling from the stone floor to my feet and up my legs, like blood poisoning to the heart. Until it started to rain. But, still . Then I looked for a warm, dry place. I found one nearby: Chez Clément on Boulevard des Capucines. The food was mediocre but the décor was a little bit charming. You can see that I'm continuing in my resolve to use brush pens and oil pencils for sketching, instead of my oft used Faber Castell Ecco Pigment pens, with their tendency to produce staccato, meagerish lines. It will take a while for me to get re-used to these tools, but I'm enjoying the process!