Just Up The Road

Just Up The Road  5 x 7 oil on museum board

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Every where I go I am inspired to paint.  I think I could find

about 50 thousand paintings within 5 kilometers of my home.

Just up the road from me the beautiful morning light

was hitting the unusual blue door ahead and 

it took my breath away.

That feeling of "oh,wow" is what inspires me.

Only in France:

Moving in has been much more chaotic than expected and

I've had to spend alot of time on co-ordinating repairs since the house

has been empty for the past six years- and with my French-

that takes a while.

One of the things we needed was a new gate and I wanted one

where Robi would be able to see out of. After stopping by the

'portail magazine' (gate store) it was agreed that a

salesman would stop by the next morning to take a measurement and

decide on a final design.  He arrived promptly at 9:30 and within 5 minutes

all the details were straight so I asked if he would like a cup of tea- in my best French.

Of course he would, he loves tea and most people here only drink coffee, he tells me.

So I offer a Madeline as well which he graciously accepts, and we continue to

chat over breakfast about my cow paintings, the back lighting, the French life, followed by 

all things about the portail business and his philosophy on customer service.

Delightful! Only in France:))))

Could there be a better French lesson?