Another canal view, this time at night - with illuminated panels under the revolving bridge (indeed, this morning, we had the treat of seeing the bridge revolve, and let a barge into the lock behind it). This evening, all the banks of the canal were lined with La Jeunesse drinking wine and beer and eating pizza, in what really is a wonderful and laid back neighborhood. We, ourselves, were walking back from everyone's dream neighborhood bistro, La Philou ...
... having had a pretty wonderful day: coffee and croissant in a quiet back street a couple of blocks back from the canal, with blossoms in the courtyard of the old hospital behind; some good exhibits at the Maison Europeenne de la Photographie (especially the hand-colored portraits by Yousef Nabil); a picnic lunch in the Luxembourg gardens; the Artemisia Gentelleschi show (so many different versions of Judith beheading Holofernes); catching up (sigh) with the day's admin, and then out to dinner. Somewhere in this we passed a real large scale street artist, thus firing me up for my keynote at the Dickens and Visual Culture conference later this summer on Dickens and C19th pavement artists - a bigger, fatter, more thoughtful version of my NAVSA talk. I doubt, though, that I'll be able to say much about 2012 Parisian chalk representations of Georges Brassens ...
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