Atop Montmartre sits a rare jewel Sacré-Cœur. Despite it's grandeur, this white church feels miniature to me, as if it's an exquisite brooch decorating the highest point in Paris.
The streets of Montmartre, by contrast with the lightness of Basilica, are dense with color, crowds, art vendors, cafe umbrellas and smell of crepes...
I stumbled upon a two-story white building that once was a studio where Monet, Picasso, Van Gogh, Modigliani, Dali and others have worked at some point in the 19th century. I tried to imagine Montmartre back then: a quiet, desolate bohemian retreat. You don't see a soul, just hear remote footsteps, a glass shatters, laughter. And then...Eric Satie's melancholy piano sets in...
I love your colors j!
ReplyDeletethank you :))
ReplyDeleteLovely drawings, and I enjoy how you write as well ;)
ReplyDeleteNathalie-thank you
ReplyDeleteYou captured it so beautifully. It's funny, but the streets of Montmartre felt red to me too :)
ReplyDeleteaw Jeanette :) it's a hot area
ReplyDeleteThese are gorgeous, Julia!
ReplyDeletegorgeous!!!! just like you!
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