So, anyway, Carries (and yes, there should be a backward accent on that e). He is a crazy man, whose work I can neither stand to look nor stop looking at, but I did promise Jonathan we can collect if we ever get super-rich. Also, he looks a lot like Riley's husband. We also discovered a new--not favorite, but liked--painter I'd never heard of before, Aristide Maillol. On looking him up, it seems he's actually more of a sculptor--in any case, he has his own museum in Paris, and I want to go to it. La Vague is probably his most famous painting, and the one that first caught my eye.
I am writing this in the morning before Tris gets up, a la Sylvia Plath, because work ate all my writing time last night. But I will continue the saga later today--it involves getting spoiled by grandparents and saying a lot of new words.
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