It’s quiet late Sunday morning. I am leisurely walking through the empty streets of Montmartre towards a rendezvous with a naked woman. Well, to my first drawing session in Paris with a professional art model. In my bag – a wooden board, big sheets of paper, and a box of charcoal. It’s cold today and there are very few people on the streets. Although streets are always empty on Sunday mornings. I love this magical time.
Walking in Paris, I am often torn between the desire to Continue reading