


In the evening, we took the metro way across town, nearly to the Bois de Boulogne, to see the Salon d'Automne. This was a huge art exhibit, huge! Our friend from South Africa had a piece in the show. We found his painting, amidst the many art works, but no sign of him. We met up with him and his friend on the metro platform on the return; went to their studio for wine and cheese. We had a nice time chatting. While we were there it poured down rain so we stayed longer and pretty soon it was quite late; we left when the rain subsided to return to our studio, which is in the main building across street, and found ourselves locked into the courtyard. Great! Backtracking to the entrance to of our friend's building, I rang a bell, not sure it was even his. Lucky us, it was. He came down with the key and let us out. Whew! We didn't have to spent the night in the courtyard!
1 comment:
i am *loving* reading your posts francais! it sounds like you're having a great trip- well, after seeing those crepe images, i'm craving one...off to the kitchen!
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