A languid French summer, when the bees hum around lavender and honeysuckle, and the crickets whisper, an old house bakes quietly in the sun, as it has done for a hundred years. Flowers hug its pink, marzipan walls, a fusion of flower and twig and plaster. Inside the floorboards creak and expand, and a faint […]Read Post ›
A uniquely French institution, a café selling newspapers, cigarettes, magazines, pungent smells of nicotine, caffeine, paper and chocolate. Ubiquitous. Familiar. A friendly face each morning, a syrupy espresso and flaky croissant at a formica counter. Browning notices on walls, laws and edicts of the French Republic.This work is rich in detail, in realism and in […]Read Post ›
A languid French summer, when the bees hum around lavender and honeysuckle, and the crickets whisper, an old house bakes quietly in the sun, as it has done for a hundred years. Flowers hug its pink, marzipan walls, a fusion of flower and twig and plaster. Inside the floorboards creak and expand, and a faint […]Read Post ›
A uniquely French institution, a café selling newspapers, cigarettes, magazines, pungent smells of nicotine, caffeine, paper and chocolate. Ubiquitous. Familiar. A friendly face each morning, a syrupy espresso and flaky croissant at a formica counter. Browning notices on walls, laws and edicts of the French Republic.This work is rich in detail, in realism and in […]Read Post ›
A languid French summer, when the bees hum around lavender and honeysuckle, and the crickets whisper, an old house bakes quietly in the sun, as it has done for a hundred years. Flowers hug its pink, marzipan walls, a fusion of flower and twig and plaster. Inside the floorboards creak and expand, and a faint […]Read Post ›
A languid French summer, when the bees hum around lavender and honeysuckle, and the crickets whisper, an old house bakes quietly in the sun, as it has done for a hundred years. Flowers hug its pink, marzipan walls, a fusion of flower and twig and plaster. Inside the floorboards creak and expand, and a faint […]Read Post ›
A uniquely French institution, a café selling newspapers, cigarettes, magazines, pungent smells of nicotine, caffeine, paper and chocolate. Ubiquitous. Familiar. A friendly face each morning, a syrupy espresso and flaky croissant at a formica counter. Browning notices on walls, laws and edicts of the French Republic.This work is rich in detail, in realism and in […]Read Post ›
A languid French summer, when the bees hum around lavender and honeysuckle, and the crickets whisper, an old house bakes quietly in the sun, as it has done for a hundred years. Flowers hug its pink, marzipan walls, a fusion of flower and twig and plaster. Inside the floorboards creak and expand, and a faint […]Read Post ›
A uniquely French institution, a café selling newspapers, cigarettes, magazines, pungent smells of nicotine, caffeine, paper and chocolate. Ubiquitous. Familiar. A friendly face each morning, a syrupy espresso and flaky croissant at a formica counter. Browning notices on walls, laws and edicts of the French Republic.This work is rich in detail, in realism and in […]Read Post ›
A languid French summer, when the bees hum around lavender and honeysuckle, and the crickets whisper, an old house bakes quietly in the sun, as it has done for a hundred years. Flowers hug its pink, marzipan walls, a fusion of flower and twig and plaster. Inside the floorboards creak and expand, and a faint […]Read Post ›
Andrew Reid Wildman, Scottish Artist living in France 
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