Seemed like a very good time to roll the calendar back to a day in Bordeaux, last November, sitting on the terrace of the Café Tourny enjoying a tartine with my grand crème and sketching. . . .
(In case you can’t read my writing, here’s a transcription of the text:
From the terrace at Café Tourny, Bordeaux. November 7, 2016
We sat drinking our Grands Crèmes and wolfing down our shared tartine (mmm! such good bread, outside crusty, inside lots of pull yet still tender & the good apricot jam)
Just a few doors up, a group of workers took their smoke break on the sidewalk, and I sketched very quickly, trying to be discreet. Mr. Hirsute looked at me suspiciously a few times, but, as I commented to Paul, you’d have to be pretty narcissistic to think I’d be sketching you with all that fabulous Bordeaux architecture up Ave. Georges Clemenceau just behind.
Paul just looked at him again and said, “I think he might be just that narcissistic.”
Uh-oh. . . .
He may have been looking at you! Flirting perhaps! and in not such a subtle manner in the company of your husband!
The sketch obviously doesn't indicate the age gap between us! 😉
This is delightful! And I agree with Hostess above.
Thank you!
Such fun!
It was. 😉
My oh my, you know how to "draw a man". Proportions just right. Kudos to your talent! Even though I've tried many times, I cannot sketch a "me" with an outfit I want to try. The sketch is in my brain in 3D, but the link to my hand is missing!
Not sure why this sketch worked out so well re proportions — I was pleased. I know what you mean about sketching a "me" though — perhaps that's tougher because we have skewed perceptions of ourselves?
Uh-oh ;-)!
Maybe it was just a flirty flirting-to let you know (because you were with your man)
Where an innocent ( but beautiful-you are so talented!) sketch could lead…..
Dottoressa
Ah, you're writing an amusing little narrative. . . .
Love it! We've all seen someone like that, but most of us can't capture it in a sketch. He looks a bit like someone from a Maupassant story, doesn't he?
Rosemary
Thank you — but you're sending me scurrying to the library on directions of a Note to Self: "Must correct lack of education and read Maupassant"
What I love about this blog and this community: You stretch me.
A lovely snapshot of a relaxing spell in Bordeaux, complete with superbly executed visuals. Most atmospheric. Thank you.
Thanks, TPP. Glad you enjoyed it.