Weekend Watercolor #49 — Breakfast Chai, Villefranche
There’s a window in Villefranche-sur-Mer I think about more than I should. An old green chair. A lace curtain lifting in the morningRead More
There’s a window in Villefranche-sur-Mer I think about more than I should. An old green chair. A lace curtain lifting in the morningRead More
We were making our way, slowly, through Tourette sur Lupe in the hills above Antibes when, sitting patiently I saw a little girlRead More
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,Read More
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,Read More
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,Read More
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,Read More
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,Read More
It was snowing and cold as ever when I did this. Reminded me of a brief winter I spent in Vermont, which feltRead More
This one caught my eye in Antibes. We spent the afternoon there once, together, and then the night in a hotel overlooking theRead More
92°F, noon in Havana. Rusted call box. Faded, silent, standing guard for decades. I painted fast before the heat warped my paper. WhoRead More