The end of the holidays

In Paris, each year during August everyone just disappears to the beaches and the countriside. At around the 20th of August the first wave return. It's an amazing thing to see. One day there is no one in the streets and the parks are empty and the next, the taxis are stretched to their limit and there are people appearing like magic.

This week was spent in a friends atelier in Place des Vosges. We worked together on our seperate projects and painted all day, every day. It was great and some good work came out of it for us both.

Here is a small one that I'm quiet pleased with. It's of a woman waiting on Pont des Arts. Her appointment hasn't arrived and she is the only one there. Done in Tempera and oils on wood.


Here's a link to photos of Pont Des Arts throught the years.

http://lefildutemps.free.fr/paris/pont_arts.htm