fter a month of eating in restaurants, being cooked for and picnicking in parks, it was a brain shift to get back into entertaining mode.
I took some time out from cleaning and prepping this morning to flip through my trip sketchbook. Happy memories. This sketch is from one of our last days in Paris. We sat at a cafe across from this scene for hours sketching and watching life come and go. While the Moulin Rouge has been completely gentrified (I'd be comfy taking my mother to the show) the street is still pretty red-light. One aging hooker working the corner beside our table came and went several times while I sketched this. The sky gradually darkened and the lights came on. It's such an iconic site. Tourists kept stopping in front of us to take each other's picture with the windmill in the background. After all the miles we've put on walking the street of Paris we're both pretty content to just sit, drink,our beers and soak it all in.